reaching me in waves of familiarity, for
my mind to pay homage, to the voices of
the pink lips and maroon, that move in
undecipherable languid curves,
accentuated by the rapidly blinking eyes,
the two orbs that I was looking for,
for so long, they kindle my heart with
a flame, and make me blind by their sheen,
I try to wave away her beams, that surround
me into an enclosure of rapture, of pain,
my hands tremble, my toes freeze by her sight,
as I know when she apprehends me curiously,
.
which I do as well, but only by coy glimpses
to determine on the weighing scale, difference
of who she was, and who she is today,
she laughs at me, she laughs with me, but
nothing could hide my gloom of understanding,
she is no more the one she was, neither am I
the one of the past, she nods, she smiles,
breaking me into pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
“Goodbye”, she says, shaking my right hand
with her left, then right, leaving me in
search of those pieces to adjoin, and find
my picture again, without, but in her gaze