Sunday, 18 February 2018

that evening


that evening was different,
i was in his arms metaphorically
and literally!
our relationship cannot be tainted
with romance...
we simply were there -
enjoying each other's words...
the sad story hit us too,
all good things must come to an end -
yet, he didn't stop
without reading meanings to his final gesture
a rose was bought
and i bear the rose now and forever
though it wilts away literally,
the rose shall forever remain lively
in the bell jar of my memory!