Beside the Banyan trees

You waited for me by the Banyan trees, their roots dangling in the air, reaching out to caress your soft skin glistening in the early morning light. We’d sit under their shade, your head placed carefully on my shoulder, watching the wall of crystal waters that fell from the towering rock that stretched to the sky, overgrown and drowning in evergreen and spread into the spring in which we dipped our feet on warm days. With the roar of water falling and crashing against my ears and the smell of mountain air, I whispered to you in a rushed breath I’d adore you until this water decides to swim upstream. Then eyes would shut with blissful smiles, yet I’d wake up to the coldness of the night.