Tale
Thinking of what of us will become
All I will ever ask, isn’t it a miracle of how far we’ve come ?
Long days turning into nights
We had the world against us, yet our love sufficed
There is this comfort in this moment
That we are nothing but a short tale of emotions
Drifting into each others soul
You are what would become of me
and I am of what will become of you.
© Akhand Singh, 2017 © An Empty Glass, 2017