The say out of the abundance
of the heart,
the mouth speaks.
But, how best can I explain it?
Ellipses?
Confused?
I guess that’s what happens
when a writer leaves you
with an incomplete idea.
For I hoped for a beautiful ending
to our love,
How it all made sense building up,
to battle with the ending to it.
A flower that never ceased to bloom,
yet withers in the cold.
That whenever you got a chance
to cross my mind,
you stilled the traffic.
Chaos, in my thoughts, subsided.
A soul that single-handedly
managed to calm oceans,
oceans myself, didn’t even realize
we sailed through.
