Each passing day...

Each passing day
that brings me closer to you,
is so blank.

I was sleeping in
what they call life
till I heard the sounds
your voice...
thinking did i miss something?
I always knew you were coming...

Sometimes, the wine bottles
holding a creeper
seem to weep.
Or so I think?


I don't remember when you came
and when you left

but you left a thirst behind
a question so unanswered.

but when you come closer ,
may be the whispers in the wind
will tell us when.

And when the time is right
like the innocence of yonder years
loved, yet untouched,
the pure wisdom,
the un-bride-d version of my yesteryear's
will come alive.

And maybe you'll have my answers.
And when each of my tears
sting you...

Maybe, may be blessed.
Don't hurt yourself too much
that I can't bear.

Don't look behind once
you decide to walk away.

Don't hurt when you see me smiling next