The veil that kept hanging between two,
Burnt on just one sight.
To dust it was lost forever,
While in an inward eye-
droplets still float to extinguish the fire.
Running through hurricane of the feelings,
A voice broke in a clumsy fashion!
“Neither an inheritance of love it was,
Nor it belonged to a fashion of modern living?
Then why I believe you to be a dearest,
But find you far from even being a friend?”
Watching a step of mine tendering backward,
Like the last seasonal snow snuggling in the soil.
Exerting hard to scroll up a voice from the chest,
“Harshly I can’t even think of sharing a word,
Swiftly, like an autumn struck leaf falling to the ground-
Such choice has been nailed out far before,
I would have shared desserts for calming you,
and explaining true,
But the choice is none!
For answers I can just be lulled and share a comfort,
For I know to both we are the dearest and I bet that is so true.”