Silence

Sitting for hours, on the wet grass,

I was looking at the yellow butterfly -

Flying from flower to flower,

Amused by the droplets, glistening on the tip of the grass.

It was a Friday afternoon!

I was waiting for you.

I mean, your touch.

The way you entangle your fingers between mine.

The way you tap my lips and look at my eyes.

I knew you would come soon!

I was staring at the stone,

With your name engraved.

Hoping... it brings our love to life.

Hoping... it heals our wounds.

I admit I live in a cocoon!

I looked up to the dark, nimbus cloud,

I was anticipating your arrival.

You came as a tempest with a lash of rain.

You kissed my lips and we were drenched.

I know, this silence is a boon!