The incredible part about it,
was nothing about it was incredible,
not even a little bit.
It was the same old song and dance,
with the same hearts, same smiles, same lies.
& as much as everything remained the same,
it all was different.
Extraordinarily routine,
superficially diverse.
It was the standard cliche;
running off, defying the law, just to be where you were.
It all started out with a kiss,
& I found myself asking yet again,
how it all ended up like this.
But just like we rehearsed so many times,
we fell into each other�s arms,
pretending that it�s right.
& Just when everything,
was going the way it always had,
something changed.
Something inside either fell apart,
or found itself,
& for once,
for as little of time as it lasted,
we loved.
A passion so furiously intense,
a gaze blasting with sparks,
& a kiss trembling with delighted fear�
What was happening?
A half an hour turned to two halves,
& soon three halves,
but we hadn�t noticed.
Time stands still,
when your heart goes on a journey that far,
in your own chest.
Laying together,
his chest pressed to mine,
his head resting sweetly on my collarbone,
& my fingers tracing the patterns on his back,
I wonder�
maybe this was love all along.
With a sigh,
& a long anticipated kiss,
he lifted his body from mine,
as the moonlight poured over his glistening skin.
He had never been so beautiful.
He had never been so alive.
His elbow fell to the leather beneath my back,
& he lifted me slowly to his eye sight,
I watched him analyze my every curve,
& his fingers too,
followed the constellations on my chest and belly.
We said nothing,
because words would just diminish the moment�
His gaze was dripping with perplexity and amazement,
at the person that lay before him;
completely open and vulnerable,
but still strong and for once in her life,
trusting-
& he wonders.. why him?
He meets my gaze,
only to see my eyes sparkling with brimming tears in the pale light,
& he held me.
Tighter than ever,
enough to say nothing would ever hurt me in his arms.
I didn�t weep because I knew what would happen,
as soon as we departed,
or for the fact that he wasn�t then,
or ever would be mine,
but instead because my heart finally understood,
what it was inside him that possessed it.
He held her until the whimpers came fewer,
& with longer intervals in between- he knew too.
He knew all along..
But reality began to set in,
& with another kiss,
our night was over.
He�ll never be quite mine ever again-
he never really ever was,
& it�s time for me to be okay with that
