Silence 

suppressed thoughts

emotion flows 

communication nil,

yet words flow,

is this an imagination?

or intuition a reality?

holding on,

memories are packed

Fingers crossed.

Hoping the return 

would be to an embrace

Warmth and journeys.

She stood at the altar that year

Dreams in her eyes

Bags full of clothes and some hope

Whirl wind of feelings

Every moment of her day

She worked to keep it all intact

But the storm would strike

On dot, on time

This year she smiled. 

The doors were fixed 

The windows worked on

she was all prepared

The weatherman predicted

a bright sunny day

More smiles on her face

She sighed a relief

And then suddenly 

the storm hit her home

scattered things around

and she sat there

looking..... blank...

Erased???

Faint lines

Conversations ringing

Dreams knocked

Shut!!!

Those doors opened slightly

A tear dropped and wiped,

An attempted smile.

The difficulty of closing doors.

Parting IV

White canvas
And a painted dream
Of white swans
A beautiful lake
Green grass surrounding

Years passed by
The canvas grew old
Swans turned yellow
Water splashed on the lake
Green turned brown
Wear and tear
And one day
The canvas tore

Parting III

As the cool breeze passed me by
A wave of shy smiles, some laughter
affection and love revisited
I sat on a bench
staring at the water
thoughts smiled
Past so beautiful
a present so unbelievable
And then I woke up..

Parting II

Tired, eyes wide open

words, sentences,

un deciphered,

heard yet un heard,

food gobbled,

...Taste unknown,

music played

not listened,

tick tock, alarm

rush rush, go

rush rush, return

tick tock tick tock tick

Parting I

Eyes refused to see the other

Good bye halted at the throat

Heart beats awaited a voice

But silence spoke

Bodies moved away

And the memory remained