You're going to depart with the ground beneath my feet

I'll have only shadows to look at; as the hours pass, they will become weaker, and the future will become dark

The bridge we've constructed is gradually tilting
The other end of the line is unreachable

And all of this would be our fable, which you and I would be aware of

My soul will go in search of sand

My hours will change, yet I demand that my shoulders feel your touch

My life will be on the lookout for a place to stand

My days will turn into star-studded nights, and my journeys will go for hours in the desert


© Ayushi