The Road That Lies Before

17

Begged me he to not await his return,
lest he need watch my life dullen,
But like a chant I did repeat ,'Await not my departure.'
The warnings were withdrawn as if to talk was he too sullen,
Acknowledging I was like unto an ocean that stubbornly kissed the shore.

The wait was bittersweet but I was hoping fate would eventually bow,
Sure enough, my stay was met with sulky remarks of gratitude as days went past.
As much as I dared not let myself mistake affection for love,
I couldn't help but wish his words, if read into could indeed be vast.

It took time, but laughter made it's way back into our life,
And the blues had we chased away.
But neither did I, into conclusions dive,
Lest to the stone cold floor I should pay.

Those were the days when nostalgia held the air under siege,
Memories of good old days that leaves one grinning like a fool.
I am not sure if it was that air that let us out the cage,
But gradually did our true feelings resurface and renew it's rule,

I often overlooked possibilities that my love could be reciprocated,
For heartbreak and I seem to have a forever contract to keep.
I ran for refuge into our memories and hid in there and waited,
As I said to myself ,'Love needn't be returned in the same form, for love is love even if it be asleep."

To me, it had not been obvious or maybe I chose to be oblivious,
Or maybe it was the unnoticeable little things that added up to that fateful day.
But that day did he tell me a story of two lovers that started again from chaos,
Asking if to begin again for us too was there a way.

"Yes" I said ,for as he had put it, "To hear you were missed from the one you love dearly,
Surely remain one of the best feeling ever",and ego in love, had space but merely.