This damn space that is provided by time
Is uniquely boring, subtly breakable as it concedes in life
Something remarkable makes this space
A terrible feeling of owning, disowning, price and theft
Watch the space – they say
Trust the wait and add a pray
Neither the space gets a makeover
Nor the endless smiling face
It just remains a broken machine far from even willing to race
The clock ticks
The days go
Months pass and years flow
The space never gets filled
Playing the wait game just gets skilled.
There was something magical when I first saw your text to me! It felt like my long wait had come to an end finally. I met the soul who I was meant to be with. I didn’t care where the world stood in between us and the way the tide fell.
The dear you was the dear me and the dear me was in you. I was a part of you that I missed the most all through. Without asking, without reasoning I let you in. The walls crumbled down and the resistance decayed. I still couldn’t understand what took you so long! But I am glad ‘we’ finally happened the long way round 🙂