She
Open spaces are where I miss you the most,
The stark nothingness frightens me quite often.
A brief touch used to reassure me,
I used to hold my breath and wait for it.
Its a puzzle how your lingering touch,
quite longer than most, was friendly yet had more to say.
What were we? I asked myself seldom.
We had chosen not to define it.
Are we really content with un-answers?
Did you never choose to ask yourself?
But yes, you were a turbulent ocean.
And I was a boat of commercial advertising.
Sometimes I was a whirlwind of thought,
You were a faceless entity.
We never met at the opportune moment,
Ours was a fate for lore.
You swam the perilous depths and crossed over,
I was reeling in the sharks, open to fate.
You reached out your hand, trying to save me.
I pulled you aground, Destruction our legacy.
