The Thursday Tales

Thursday, 18 June 2015

She looked him in the eyes.

She discovered her, all over again.

Love went viral.

Goosebumps...

He did see.

He did come.

He did conquer.

Life played snakes and ladders...

He walked past her.

One last time.

Enveloped memories. Lost love.

A stranger affair...

She would sing him a lullaby.

One last... and one more...

He would walk by his grave.

Rains and essays...

The bone china cup.

The rusted, marooned lips.

The distances were subtle.

Stories would never be poetry...

It was definitely not love.

Not a crumb, that held them back.

Love. No love.

Habits were the hardest goodbyes...

There wasn't a thing left.

Commas drew a full stop.

Falling wasn't easy.

Waking up was tougher...