As the time ticked chiming it’s regular sound of presence, tick tock, tick tock,

I noticed the hours pass by and the world did just that too,

I observed each passerby, every single one of them, just incase they noticed me too.

The old, the young, the small, the hurt, the happy and those who showed no emotion at all too.

Immersed in their lives, and busy with these beastly, booming little gadgets, operating like machines, from whom they seemed to require refuelling very often,

They held them with such love and affection, incase it’s feelings were hurt, or felt lost or lonely by their absence.

Suckling on their senseless minds as the time continued to remind them of its presence, ‘tick tock, that it was still existent, just like those around them too.

I continued looking on maybe I’d garner even a ‘hi’ today, if that was too much of an expectation, maybe a smile, even that would work today.

The sun began to disperse reminding me, maybe it was time for me to go home too,

But I continued to wait, maybe just maybe I’d finally get to speak to someone today. . .


After all this .. 

After all this, she said it was time to let go,

I held my breath, clenched my fingers tightly, hoping I had been mistaken and it wasn’t going to be as so. 

‘Do you understand’ she whispered; I didn’t, not really, ‘no’. 

Where was it that I faltered or took the wrong turn; love was a bliss between us, what was it that made it turn cold. 

I hoped she would change her mind, I didn’t mind compromising! ‘I’ll do whatever you want me to, just don’t leave me .. I consoled’!

The eyes they say, never lie, and that’s when I saw it;

the love had died, she nodded in pity and looked so different, so cold ..

And then;

She left;

Without a word.

I knew, I had lost the war, 

But I never imagined for it to end, so abruptly, even though ‘ I still had so much to say to her’,

which was left untold. 


Image rights belong to pininterest, I couldn’t find the exact author behind it. 

That’s how Love works! 

Sometimes I wish I was a bird, so I could fly high above the sky, touching peaks that I only dream of;

and perching on her balcony, so I could see her at my leisure,

the non answered calls and the ignored messages wouldnt be so much of a bother today.

For my eyes would be quenched from the thirst of her absence, to hear her solemn voice,

so sweet and gentle,

to admire her view as long as I desired.

Until darkness falls and she draws the curtains.

That’s how love works sometimes ..


Image rights belong to JamaicaMai012 – DeviantArt