It either is, or its not,
there is no letting it grow
on you while you sit and
mull over the possibilities.
/
Yes it gets better with age
but everything needs a real
beginning or it remains
entangled in the if’s and maybe’s.
/
Its either crystal or smoked glass
Its either waiting for your hands
to brush against each other
while you walk together.
/
Or its nothing.
Its not waiting for weeks
in apprehension, in excitement
with your breath held.
/
Its smiling at the thought of
them looking at you, even if
they’re a world apart,
or sitting beside you.
/
Knitting dreams without
this assuring feeling
at the pit of your conscience
is a folly in your court.
/
Breathe, ruminate, see if
the lights are on and the windows
open when you walk into that
person’s world, a fantasy.
/
If there is even a moment of doubt,
step back, walk out as gently
as you came in, because this is
not your house to stay.
/
There’s time. I am not mine.
You are not theirs.
The breeze reminds you
there’s work tomorrow.
Walk out as gently as you came in !
Such beautiful lines. Loved your poem !!
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Shreya! You are amazing🤘
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