Dilemma

Today was heavy on my soul

I could not count my steps for the first time;

The rhythm of love was missing

But as you know,

I am always great at putting facades,

I entirely took my bleeding heart

Charged it with grief

And decide to board the bus of freedom.

Who knew, you would be right in front standing crossway to my dreams?

Nothing is evident on your soul stirring face.

And it killed me some more.

Your incessant laughter was filling my mind with chaos,

I ignored your existence and grabbed my usual seat

Realising you are nowhere to be seen except my reverie,

My slender fingers were empty for the first time in a decade,

They missed your touch

And a tear or two kissed my cheeks,

With a sudden jolt the bus halted,

And there you are before me

Standing,

Your apology was ready for presentation

And I was sure of your intention

And could not bear the separation,

This forced me to take a decision

And you made an incision

Which I sealed with the promise of union.