As long as since it crossed the way,
the heart contentment.
The seasons changed and so was the preparation.

Yet, the road had a way apart.
The sky at doubt
and the knees on ground, not able to bear the weight.

The innocence given way to the unintend.
And the heart reassures again, "Never will"
the strand snapped and all it remains, the barren.

Swearing by the written, all hopes are lost.. alast.!
Music.. music..
How relevant yet, and irony.

The window has seen the rain drops,
and as it rolls down,
A memory lingers hoping to get its peace.

May this nudge the heart to grow old
and to be single soul untill death part ways.

(11-07-20/10:53pm)
© sese