Dispersed in the void of the universe,
The first time our eyes found each other,
you were sitting among the trees,
wearing that faded blue skirt.
My approach, your dubiousness
My smile, your reservedness
My warmth, your perpetually cold skin
that I always found odd.
With each word I spoke, the gradual crumbling of your barriers I could feel
With each laugh you laughed,
I could also hear the flaking off of your tough exterior, that you thought no one could peel.
As the days we spent grew, I could feel every fibre of my being reaching for you-
For your eyes, that were more caramel than the popcorn kernels we ate together
For your hair, which was an ebony waterfall gushing down skin coloured boulders
And for your personality, now finally exposed, raw, bare
and teeming with more beauty than coloured sunlight pouring through stained glass windows.
You were so weak from the beginning,
My grip on you becoming tighter as your hair started thinning,
Always so gentle, so calm, even when our lips first met,
Along with the sparks, as I glanced into your soul, I felt as if I had been whispered the truth, by hell.
I confronted you, you manouvered around the topic
I begged for the truth, until one day you crumpled over and began sobbing
The pretty face that had refused to show emotion all its life, now glistening with tears
As if your hair whispered those hazel eyes
''It's okay, you be the waterfall this time, for him."
Your revelation cemented what my heart and soul were trying to escape from,
The harsh clarity of every event uptil now easily crushing me, as wasn't the norm,
The peculiar reclusiveness despite your inner love for conversation
The consistent withdrawal despite your sheer joy at my warmth.
In that moment,I was almost paralysed by our reality,
It had been inevitable from the moment our eyes met, our souls were now interlocked for eternity-
Sealing my fate with yours
Collaborating your doom with mine
Synchronizing your every breath with mine.
If not in sinew, definitely in soul,
I too, was now the victim of a ruthless, terminal illness.
When the clock struck seven, two souls, two minds and one cancer consumed heart ceased to function
Her body, mingling with the earth
His, reaching for her but meeting dearth
Her soul being lifted to the heavens, his soul hypnotically following behind
Though not in sinew, entirely in soul, what made him him died off too, at seven.
I am glad that in those fleeting months, you imbibed my subtle warmth and happiness,
Now I am the one with forbiddingly cold hands, and the towering walls of seclusion.