lavender

my nerves genuinely never perceived the dualism of reality and art.
there was always a certain detach to touch.

I looked for you in him,
you were perfect.
he was real.
I really wish I could freeze time when our hands gently intertwined.
let's snuggle and sleep
he said.
I felt butterflies in my stomach
as I stared into a pair of fathomless eyes.
the purity of his soul illuminated me.

I clenched my fist as he leaned closer.
we were boundless.
my fervour was tied to his love.
and I couldn't take my eyes off him.
the aura was sublime.

months after we parted ways,
this feeling refused to leave my side.
there was a void in my soul;
a hollow in my passion.
the only thing that void gave to me was agonizing pain.
I smiled vaguely.
wondering how an unfilled space has the power to inflict pain on me.

he walked over my emotionally fragile heart and left behind splinters of glass.
I could see pieces of wanderings scattered everywhere.
my marrow ached.
all was perturbed.

mind, soul, spirit.

surrounded by melancholy.

I stood in a meadow of withered flowers.

undoubtedly knowing what could make those flowers bloom.
it was him.
in a place where every avenue had a heart.
the sun shone on me.
clasping hands under lavender skies,
he unhurriedly filled the empty space in my soul.

                                                - Isha