It was visceral
the connection between you and I
You’d lean into my shoulder
and I’d be strong for you
Into your laps
I would pour my heart liberally
Everyone had written us off as mad
for we’d laugh many laughters
that only us could explain
and we’d hold a prayer, pain,
anything, everything, and nothing together
in the many sacred silences we’d share
Ours was a kiss on the heart,
now – water under the bridge, isn’t it?
The silence, stalked us silently
till all that was once given freely
became up for bartering
till uncertainty and suspicion were planted
in many an awkward tension
We used to be friends
inseparable, psychically intimate
Time just kept passing
and we kept letting it
until ‘we’ were left behind
I wished that instead of always having to
for once you’d be the one to save ‘us’
but you were too busy for that, I guess.
I will keep your dark secrets
Fingers crossed that you’ll keep mine too.
Isn’t that the least we can do?