romance

flowers [part one]

recently all we do is walk in the forest
in the early mornings
with dew dripping on our shoulders
in the afternoon
after we've had a meal and casual conversations
in the windy evening
even though the dusk kinda hurts my eyes
it's ok, since it's for you
but with every visit
you seem more faraway
than the last one
i wonder why.

occasionally we'd meet a monkey or two
or listen to the crunch of dry leaves underneath our feet
feel the wind through our hair
but mostly the walks are quiet
oddly, it's ok
because it's one of the moments that i get to spend with you
so these walks are really precious to me.

there was this one time
you stopped and said you were tired
so we brushed off the leaves from one of the many empty benches
and sat in silence.
i found myself wondering,
'why is there never anyone here?'
but i stopped thinking
the moment you suddenly decided to put your hand on top of mine
and i bristled in happiness
because it had been awhile since you've initiated contact
i was starting to get anxious,
thinking that you were having doubts
in our years together
in the tears we've shed
in the smiles we've shared
in the walks we've had
in us
in me.
it's a wonder how your simple action of squeezing my hand,
could tame my wild thoughts.