More than words

I now know why I have not been able to put together anything for a while. Not a word. Not a sentence. Nothing.

Probably you’ll laugh at it. Probably you’ll nod just the way you do, with small tufts of hair falling on your forehead. Or maybe you’ll pull me close to you and say in your very characteristic manner,

“Girl you are crazy!”

But then it’s true you know. For I see no other reason.

Anyway, now that I’ve begun this, there are a few things I would like to tell you. You know when you leave me to be on my own for a while, while you sit down before me to make our coffee, I keep looking at you. At times, thinking but mostly for nothing at all.
And as you hold the coffee in between your palms and take in the aroma, I wonder…
‘Bout how this would all end.
You know how obsessive I am about conclusions. About closures.

Maybe you will wince. Or maybe you’ll ask me to shut up. But by closures I mean something else.
I know some things are never meant to end. They are forever. Yes, they are.
And so is this.
All I mean is the fulfillment of some desires. The answers to some questions. The conformity to an otherwise unknown destiny.
Actually, to put it simply...
The story of our lives. Yours and mine.

Probably, you think of it too at times. For I have often seen you looking at me when we are at a bookstore and you have an opened book in your hands. And when confronted, you safely choose to comment on my kohl or my ear-rings.
But then that’s just you.

You…
And your roses in that poetry book. They are safe with me. And they forever shall.

So now you know why I have not been able to put together any words of late.
I was only trying to write about you…