What
broke was heard too loud at a distance of miles
We
were tongue-tied, catatonic, defeated with pain beyond cries
Went
back and forth a few rounds of accusation and questions
Finally
transcending an understanding flouting all reasons
A
strange part of ours still flourishes in each other’s spiritual cores
One
day we’ll shed our mortal coils healing our hurtful
sores
Till
then we part our ways and presume to be strangers
Pretend
not to hear those melodies of lost hearts, be content playing vagabond rangers
Let
this light blind us so we don’t see a shadow of each other
No
hopes, no desires, no expectations would not harm either
When
you are met with novel warmth in strangeness
Why
not wear those swanky masks and venture into new wilderness
Where
we see no trace of each other’s tear-stained visage
Let’s
honor what we had by paying an unthinkable homage
Sobbed
enough standing helpless at opposite sides of a deadly door
Let’s
bottle in our hearts and bury in the deeps what sustained us before
The
mist of time will obscure the love, putting off the past flames.
We’ll be each other’s psychic healers as we molt our fleshly frames.
We’ll be each other’s psychic healers as we molt our fleshly frames.
