Apart

I remember our parting

How you called my name

How I turned and looked at you standing there

Holding the umbrella

Eunice

Eunice

Talk to me

Talk to you?

About what?

I felt like shouting back at you

But I cant, I wouldn’t let myself even if I wanted.

What’s with the distance between us?

It is widening sweetie

It is big, deep and treacherous

I know am pushy and I want things to go my way

I know I asked you to come along with me

You know why?

Coz of the distance that’s drifting us apart

I wanted to have some time with you even for a moment

To hear your voice

To see your face

To bring us back to our one part

I wanted you to myself

But

But

I didn’t know how to say it

Or if I did, I said it wrongly

I just watched you walk away again today

Clutching at the umbrella

Rainy days ahead

As we walked away

We glide further apart

I walk south

You are on North.

Don't Talk to me

Don’t talk to me

Not just yet

Let my anger capsize and don’t apologize either

Let me first think of the joy we had

The bright days of hope, of commitment

Of resounding laughter

Stay away from me

Not because I hate you

No, on the contrary

I love you

Your love is poison to my veins

It’s made me useless without you

It’s made me limp

Again, I don’t hate you

I love you so

Let me cool, let be spoon over this

Let me think of you

Let me

Let me

Let me be

I said

Don’t talk to me

Not just yet.

One too many

Why can’t I laugh?

Why should I carry this burden in my heart?

Honestly, I dread happiness because I know; sadness and anger are on the same vein.

The frowns have quickly displaced the smiles, the laughter the joy we had.

It smells purple, unripe, unfulfilled not complete.

I love us, I hate us.

Will we withstand it all till the hour down the aisle?

Is this one of the many heartbreaks?

The one too many?

Should I hope for this?

Should I believe in this?

Should I sacrifice for this?

I am taking you for granted?

You are taking me for granted.

Am I right for you?

Maybe am one of the many mistakes in your life

The one too many hiccups of your neat self.

I look at you and I wonder to myself, am I worth this?

Honestly, I am tired of

The fake smiles

Uncertain hope

Bitter optimism

Fuzzy future

I just was to tack myself in bed, cry myself back to sense

And hope this is among the one too many lessons in this class called life.

Of the word Trust...

Trust : a five lettered word with a thousand meaning.

Buildings have gone up and come down with the mere mention of it.

Promises have gone sour and stale with the lack of it.

Day in day out we search for it.

Is trust really worth all this? That a one in a million chance you decide to do without it, the past fades and the present glares at you...without much as a second chance.

Trust the five lettered word, that Kings and Paupers dream of, wish for and await for.

Trust that the love will never fade.

Trust that you will ind a way out of the maze.

Trust that it will all work out and get some rest.

Trust that you will get what you deserve amongst the 'untrusted'.

I stare, I wonder,what is the absence of trust? The opposite of trust?Would the world rotate without it?

Do we have trust?do we trust ourselves?others?others to lay our lives and welll being on?

Trust : five letters with a thousand meanings. Depends on which one you opt for.