Want on

19 December 2015

22:17

And suddenly…

In the middle of a brightly lit street

Under a particularly bright street lamp

You finally decided to…

Or perhaps it was a decision taken out of your hands

Compelled by… what?

Held back by a myriad reasons…. but…

It happened, and we did…

Was it the cosmos that shifted

Shivered, shook and shushed,

as we sought what has eluded

for long?

So was it that wanton, then,

just coz it was the middle of the street?

With people padding past pretty oblivious

Or were we oblivious?

Anyway, that's just semantics

Or some such erudite diversion

That should serve to take our minds off

the real thing…

But, it doesn't really work, does it?

Every hour drives the next one to craziness

Though it would rather prophecy an end

to the longest five days we have ever

had to live through… While each minute

drips with possibilities of when

anticipation turns tactile gentle fingertips to

Fulfil the promise of that eternal moment

Under a particularly bright street lamp

In the middle of a brightly lit street

when suddenly… right in the middle of a sentence

and the street… we kissed…