Without a doubt, before I knew,
on the noon of a cold April day
I'd set out with my jumper and arrow.
There was a heart-shaped cage,
third shelf of my bookcase.
As ordinary as a Thursday,
of cake, biscuits and water.
I scrambled from shelf to shelf
in search of an envelope of myrrh
It bore a tomb of flower,
a fire place and a liar.
Couldn't have I shed little more
drops of tear? Couldn't have I watered
them amidst the jaded fire?
Without a doubt, before I knew,
I blended a little too much to disappear;
where men interrupted my drift;
Where little drinks roll in as ice-breakers
Conversations tuning to circle, back and forth.
Not just best wingman as they said,
when second fade into minutes;
Yet, in lieu of te amo,
I mumble, 'I won't ever drink again.'
Neither did you bring garden
in your step, a giant load of grief
nor a wrinkled bed sheet.
Yet, I learnt to read every name of yours
As problems and curve balls written sand.
Without a doubt, before I knew,
there came Xs and Os at closure of letters.
I tip-toed in and out of them;
They who are not you
and they who yen to be you.
Yet here we stand in Island Isolation,
estranged and solitary than ever,
where canned memories expire,
where thoughts cease to respire.
You aren't the one to lurk around
the Sunday beach. Or the side effect
of a nightmare pill.
You aren't the one to people watch
with me. Or the bowl of chocolate
that drowns me in.
Yet, there lies a lie lighting up
the cities and strange town,
splitting and paying for love's due.
