tectonic plates,

trembled.

leaves shook.

seasons raced

against the wind.

spring came

and autumn went.

all that we once shared,

passed the skies,

like a dark cloud,

its heaviness a thick shadow,

leaning on to my soul;

my tongue lapped

at every word from that day,

when the cloud tore a little.

while Nostalgia cuddled Memories,

Memories swallowed

a wallow, a tear,

some salt,

and harbored

in her creaks,

an estranged shudder.

Nostalgia changed positions,

poked at the holes (of his partner),

fingered the cracked seams

and trumpeted from his insides,

a desire to stretch.

while he was at it,

he drank from the skies,

and from the tiny rainbow,

your presence had always sparked.

he drank,

from the seven-year-old

dark cloud.

he drank,

from your dimpled smile,

your lips were currently indulged in,

filled his hunger,

threw a long leg over Memories,

and went back to their eternal sleep.

and when I smiled at you,

I thought,

all you saw were my fragments

from seven years ago,

haphazard and dangerously strewn,

slipping into my close-lipped smile.

I saw the dark cloud

from our dark skies,

when it passed your face,

while my heart ran for cover,

desperate to hide my ugly smile,

to save some dignity,

to save face,

and to not get wet,

shiver like ghost petals,

from the rain,

that was bound to happen.

but then I saw,

not a lightning bolt that'd be followed by a thunder,

but a burn,

in your eyes.

not comprehension,

but incomprehension.

I was no more than a raindrop,

falling from the heavens

and landing on the earth;

I was no more than another drop,

on your umbrella,

that swept your hair,

and fell off your nose.

the impact of the first rain

was already forgotten,

when another rain,

came knocking on your door.

Tragedy got swept in,

and there was another hero,

wanting to be let in.

Embarrassment.

Sorry, but... do I know you?

tectonic plates,

trembled.

leaves shook.

seasons raced

against the wind.

spring came

and autumn went.

and my Heartbreak,

took off

into the skies,

unheard.

just like the tectonic plates.

just like the leaves.

just like the seasons.

just like all the motions,

that spin the wheel of life.

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