Coffee coloured eyes,
searching for answers,
to questions that he
didn't know how to ask.
You and I,
we were like the miss
of a heartbeat,
like missed phone calls,
like long heaves of breath,
like full stops and commas,
trying to reason with the
fate in front of us.
You.
You made galaxies out of dreams,
while your hands led to a forever
that i couldn't ask for.
Today,
when there is an emptiness,
I don't know where to go look
for something to fill up the space you left.
Maybe, that's how love is?
It leaves homes,
and then your home isn't yours anymore.
Because,
when your love doesn't exist,
how can your home?
And,
someone had once said.
That, sometimes, that's how you love.
In bits and pieces.
Never completely.
