floating like two inverted amber moons,
a staring contest with the devil commences,
isn’t it phenomenal,
that we freely read sad stories?
even if we knew the ending,
we couldn’t restrain from reading our story,
writing each chapter,
sipping tea through a lump of brown sugar,
captivated by the cracks and crevices of another’s soul,
dancing until the lavenders blossomed,
until our time was up…
pain can make us feel,
like we’re a part of this absurd life,
because love is a worthy suffering,
that’s what makes life worth living,
it’s best to get to know people right before you leave them.