Here at the cross road I feel a pain;
I know you were carrying it for years.
I feel like I am just another you.
When I turn back
For the loss.
From here onwards
I will keep my soul’s eyes opened
For never missing the ME in YOU.
It is no promise
For promises are butterflies,
Enchanting and momentary.
This is the YOU in ME talking
That I am not a mere ME
But part of that inevitable YOU
Without whom I am,
Just another puzzle unsolved.
I open my eyes, here.
It’s chilling when these wings take me high
But it is a moment’s frustration
Now no gravity pulls me
Its ecstasy up here…