the story of love…in the unknown

I shouldn’t but I do,
think of the first time we met, why we met and how oblivious we were,
young lovers exploring the surface of what cannot be explained or contained,
trapped in the circle of admiration, circulation, reverberation of our hearts,
a song we shared, a dance no one cared, a trickle of a teenage love affair…gone
at the peak of the morning sun,
tomorrow might not come to us, we might have to travel the stars,
But I wish tomorrow we could begin again, say one more time how simple it was…just knowing you…to be you….to become us





Published by Surafi KB

Jesus, Jazz & Coffee

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