her hands were delicate so
the
theories were limited to
politeness.
testing patience was virtuous so
holding tears were numbed.
Distance makes me cry and i
Add to this life lined paperless
Sigh; breathless poems.
Dissected with promises we
Provoked each falling cloud,
We mastered watching
Each other’s eye.
I can not go beyond the black
Curtain because
the black stays still.
The ending of this line
Becomes matte with your
Tears that never cried.
flavours of us are dialated
and calm.
