Kismat

My eyebrow flickers uncontrollably….

He paws me…

There is a tear

Streaming down his face.

And I say to him …

There is sadness in me too…

There is a love lost for me too…

I’m sorry I don’t spend enough time with you..

He curls up quietly next to me …

He is one of the last to remind me I am not alone…

He is one of the last to show me I am just one in the universe.

You’re born alone. You die alone.

The in between is just a mirage of experiences and adventures

Collected over time.

The in between is hot summer nights

And cosy Christmas Eve’s

Of heart wrenching pain

And breathless laughter.

Of love had and love lost.

While the clock strikes on and the eyebrow twitches…

I look in his eyes.

Mirrors.

Reflections to my soul.

I love me. I hate me. I want to be me. I want to love me.

I’m numb … yet my fingers write on…

It’s all murky now.

I curl up next to him.

And breathe.

It’s all a painted veil.  

 And yet a tear tries to escape.

In gratitude possibly for all that was, is and all that could be.

The first one to love us…the last one to leave us

Yet she still stands by us unconditionally…  

He licks my face...

While my throat constricts,

So I just breathe…

While he walks away from me…