01 November, 2022

That Afternoon

 

* Butterflies and bees buzzing somewhere.

* Faking the calm with nonchalance.

* Colours, and the audacity to carry them with style.

* Eyes disappearing with smiles.

* Long fingers which fold over the upper lip.

* Eyes poring, right into the soul

* A glass of water sipped slowly.

* Humour laced with depth

* Or sarcasm laced with humour.

* Words spoken and unspoken.

* Thoughts going deeper than surface.

* Knowing more than showing.

* A simple ‘I know’

* Afternoons warm yet chilly.

* Wanting to leave and wanting to stay.

* Block and unblock.

* Hold it in and then say it all.

* The helplessness, the hopefulness.

* The dejection, the anger, the gratitude, the heartbreak.

* Overwhelming guilt. Yours. Mine. 

* The pull, and sheer loss of control.

* Desperation on things out of control.

* Normal, going back to routine.

* A whirlpool hidden under thin ice.

 

Just one afternoon……….. a timeline full of emotions.

The nights have been freezing ever since *****

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