From the lack of my mind

From the lack of my mind

There must have been something;

Something unacknowledged,

Else how is it that the love is still…

A bud cannot not blossom,

A dawn so indomitable, to begin

A twilight so determined, to wither

She’s my neighbour for so long

My partner for moments moving on;

There has to be gap, a hole, a blank,

Unfilled somewhere?

Let me search,

In the bruised journey so far,

Nothing;

Nothing seemed to have been understood,

Holding hands, so external

Love did never drown, was peripheral.

Let me move the lull

From the splits,

From the lack of my mind!