The Walk

Strolling by the beach in the thick morning haze-

The sea quiet in its splashing,

The city- a drunk, sleepy witness,

The earth slow in its spinning,

The universe eavesdropping on our heartbeats, like it’s the sweetest music there is-

I believe, I’m walking in heaven.

With your hand wrapped around my waist, and your face resting against my shoulder-

You say everything a lover wishes to hear.

And our stroll continues along the endless beach by the endless sea.

But this is a dream, that remains a dream-

beyond my control and reach.

And I know it like the back of your hand.

So, when we’re forced to break till night- I hold onto you as long as I might.

And you say the exact words you always have-

“Why do you have to torture yourself like this? Leave! Let me go! Move on!”

And I wake up reciting…