Standing in the place where the alley once stood, he reminisced their first kiss. “I miss you”, he etched on a brick in the debris. It’s been 8 years. One night had changed his life. Shattered everything. But the debris remained. He threw the rock and walked away in grief. The rock fell near something that shimmered in the scorching sun. It was a promise ring.
You are my weakness, my love.
We dwell in different bodies.
And our separation petrifies me.
Aches my heart when you are in pain.
Tearing apart making me insane.
Yet I am sane when you’re nigh.
As long as you’re safe, I feel fine.
Our closeness pampers me.
Because my soul resides in you,
yours in mine.
And I realize my strength is you,
It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.
“Grandpa, how many times have you fallen in love?”
“A number of times you can’t even count for kid.”
“Really! and did grandma knew about this?.”
The boy was left without an answer but a simper.
‘Yes ’cause she was the only one I have fallen for’, he pondered while glowing at her picture.
One was 80.
The other 75.
Their toothless smooches
and shivering cwtches
made them blush again.
And they loved each other
like they never aged.