You. I. Us?

 

Wandering was this little soul,
in the blistering cold.
Hoping was the key, lifeless was he.
Of all the Romeo Juliet, was his story untold.
No love, nothing. Harder than it could ever be.
Believed in love, worshiped life.
Broken still, hollow inside.
Kept searching, to feel the feeling.
Kept failing, always taking the fall.
With this ignorant world and the truth concealing;
He wondered, his life had any point at all.
Like flowers fading, was his messed up mind.
All the thoughts, all the pain stored into.
Turning numb, broken projections with nightmares combined.
Love existing, hoping still to walk this through.
Life goes no easy whatsoever;
plays its part, the good, the bad.
But, fact being such passing phases never last forever.
Luck turned his way, and all the love he had.

II

Like an angel descending upon,
understanding the crumpled up heart.
Life, finally having the meaning.
Sweeter than candy or some chocolate tart.
Lonely nights turned into bright days.
Puzzling mazes coming to an end.
Being with a friend, amazing in many different ways.
Finally, finally, escaped the horrific bend.
Soul back from the dead, and alive again.
Heart beating, now having a reason too.
Thoughts filtered, free from all pain.
Life easy, finally had a clue.
But feelings kept getting stronger.
Ignoring the “friend circle”,
wanted to tell her every instant, couldn’t resist any longer.
But not easy, turning those paper hearts red from purple.

III

Thinking and thinking and thinking again.
Would the tables turn if he comes out straight?
Never ever trusted life before, happiness finally be the gain?
But what if it gets worse than ever, and there’s nothing but hate? Again.
Not strong like he used to be.
Happiness was now, all that he see.
Feelings too strong though,
But not want to see it all turn woe. Again.
Couldn’t help speaking out the words after all.
Tough decision, but it was love; your call.
Sweet and solemn, “I love you sweetheart, I love ‘us’ true.”
But what was to be her conclusion ensued?
Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could’ve been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, kissing on the cheek,
took his hand, love seeming top of the peak;
and then she said, “I love us too.”

Alternative Ending;

Blank face, mystified eyes, teaming with the words next spoken,
Could’ve been his day or just the poor heart yet broken? Again.
Coming nearer, hugging politely,
took his hand, dropped a teardrop or two, slightly.
And then she said, “But, I love us two.”

~Umar Tayyab.

Previously blogged aartepiphany.wordpress.com

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