Halcyon

Monsoon's elegy

The salted sky could not keep it—
a downpour of half-remembered laughter.

It had witnessed it all,
The clouds heavy with goodbye, the rooftop resonance,
The fog of yesterday, and the damp heartbeats.

But nothing could ever camouflage
The monsoon story of two once-passionate lovers.

The petrichor of regret, a deluge of unfinished apologies,
The storms' hush before the unholy confession,
him on his knees, begging for stormlight forgiveness.
Her rain-slick, clenched palms, with gutters full of old letters,
umbrellas of desperate denial, under the thunder of shattered vows.

The lightning did not stitch the past,
Nor did the roof-drip lullabies console,
The puddles vacantly reflected the younger selves,
and the sidewalks stayed slick with what-could-have-beens.

The sky had bled the silver truths,
memory-soaked mist curled like lost breath—
and the rain wept for a love
it had once dared to bless.

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