I was in my own little nest
learning to fly west &
never take rest,but
I became that breeze who
waited to touch you,
that dog who could smell you,
that moth who lingered for ur musical voice amidst all the noise, &
hooked my heart beats with "your echo."

Still !!, you were that hurricane
who toppled me from the peak to the floor,despite all the my shouts and cries,
& proved it by moving on happily,
by just stating "sorry."
© Balkees