he
standing in the heart of the night
an autumnal leaf
in the fog of the summer
nothing but the rain
on his path of distress
only feet tend to trample
dried flowers under the moonlight
petals were burnt
from the tossed cigarettes
thrown away in despair
these were the last flares of intimacy
side stream smoke rose to the air

she
a cold tea cup between her hands
searching for pages of love
written with misspelled words
soaked with coffee spills
her heart imprisoned between the ribs
dust coming off with every beat
even if she wanted to set it free
her hands stay still on the doorknob hesitant
for what her eyes could see

they
crossed each other’s path
read each other’s letters
through their interlocking eyes
the ground where they share their steps
maps of their lost souls were drawn
their happiness, they can no longer pretend

love has sewed the stars again

© Razane