The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Uncertainties

After the glimmer of the sea fades

And the light hitting the leaves melts away for good

Will you still love me then?

Once we are forged by the lack of things instead of the surplus

And the blank space between the stars seem more familiar than lonely

Will you still watch me then?

And once everything we know comes crashing down faster than meteorites onto the earth

Will you still hold my hand?