Shattered Reflections

SHATTERED REFLECTIONS In the streets we met In the dimly lit night They say,” Don’t underestimate fate”, We finally got a chance to meet, There seemed to be a barrier on the paths we were supposed to cross, Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, Akin to a thousand stars, allowing us to have a glimpse of each other’s features in the dark It was an otherworldly moment, as if the universe had conspired to bring us together in a dance of light and shadow, Caught up in the moment, A strong wave of wind blew, Covering our eyes with tears, Rather making them watery, Them eyes shining in the dark Making us share an intense connection, Getting lost in each other’s gaze, Drawn together as if by an invisible force, At that moment, the world seemed to have faded a blur, Leaving only the hearts of the moment The magnetic pull of our bodies Breathing and moving as a symphony of desire It was like we have known each other for a lifetime, Days passed, Weeks passed, Months passed, Almost a full annum but rather fate said no, Brought us together like a puzzle, Being a perfect match like jigsaw Getting us closer than we ever thought Getting the deeper, or should l say deeper than an ocean, Loving each other more, even more than the word itself can express, Missing each other the moment we part ways became an everyday routine, Smiling at each other became a daily drug, Understanding the pain in one’s eyes was like understanding the assignment, We became our own nemesis within a blink of an eye, Fighting, arguing became an everyday hobby, We fought like we never laughed, We argued like we never agreed, We got broken like we never made each other whole, We hated each other like we never loved, The puzzle started breaking, Like our souls have been ripped apart Driving each other away forgetting we have driven each other out of their minds, We grew more to hate than to love, Why can’t we go back to the world of monogamy? Back to the place where we no longer cry, Back to the place where we know our worthy Back to the place where we become the prize, Back to the place where we are our own flashlights, Back to the place where the only red flags we see shouts happiness, That’s how fate turned a deaf ear on me. Copyright © Danai K Makaure. All rights reserved.