Grab.
Hands finding each other.
Fingers intertwine.
Sweaty palms didn’t matter.
You’re mine -
Only mine.
Prepare.
You act like the universe’s mediator
With how you spoke about life.
Your words echo in my mind,
“We aren’t simply just stones on the beach.
We are a force to be reckoned with”.
Throw.
It wasn’t the mundane highways
Which defined our lives’ courses.
It wasn’t the dramatic excursions
Which exemplify this superficial love affair.
In you, I find solace.
Skim.
Never in our wildest dreams
Could we have thought to create
A love seemingly immaculate,
A life purportedly quintessential
Yet a happiness, questionable.
Skim again.
What ever happened to
The blossom in your cheeks
And the iridescence in your eyes?
All I could find
Are windswept thoughts,
A mind devoid of life’s pleasure; and
A heart pervaded of animosity.
Plunge.
I don’t remember since when
Did I start falling for a person
That I have never met.
When I thought love
Can transcend dimensions,
Or find its way in human beings,
Perhaps.
Sink.
I always believed
I could reach the stars,
Or travel the horizons.
Only to discover it is
Not stars but ocean depths
Nor horizons but rutted dirt roads.
Simply because
I am only but a stone.