Times passing idly
Beckoning me to make my peace
Is it that I see your face
My heart confounding itself trying to match your beat
Do we miss each other coincidentally?
Or was it that once we fit perfectly,
Like a puzzle piece
Only now to fall into the trashes debris-
Chipped and out of shape
Unable to fit fully
Has the tale of “the one that got away” stolen our stability?
Nights of longing with partners lying beside both you and me
Drawn into a hazy dream of what used to be
Has life has lost is lustre and presence?
Its golden glitter turned into a sinners heaven
Using sex as a pawn to meet in the depths
And emotional distance to shield our hearts from what comes next
There’s something about this story that makes it so difficult to complete
Even with the impossibility of finding equal ground to meet
Timings off, no wait, persons wrong
Like falling crescendo’s and flat notes in an old song
Gone are the days where we used to dance together right on beat
Stories of yesterday building the foundation where we meet
But yesterday is gone and tomorrow waits for no one
Holding the reality that this songs chorus will inevitebly be done
Can this love transform, grow and finally meet?
Or will times departure force this love train to leave?
In this space of mystery and wonder, allow our hearts to fill in the beats
And perhaps we might lead our own paths to finally make our peace..
Genuinely Jannah 