weathering the storm

the storm has passed.
no longer do i have my hands clasped,
because the truth is here to stay.

years of suffering
wrought nothing but pain, misery and despair.
for some time i hate you, for you i seemed not to care.
then slowly i began repenting our escapade, our bond
i did not wish to sear.

so many times have i felt like eradicating my problems, my world, my life.
i naively opened up pandora's box in an instant,
i deserve nothing more and felt it easier to end it all with a knife.

it was always i who looked upto you, i who chased you, i who loved you.
though the night passed without a syllable, the silence spoke a thousand words,
i finally realized you loved me too.

in a second, the door opene; the stillness was abruptly suppressed,
that realization, that comprehension came with a hefty price: our relationship withered, and i stressed.
i immediately collapsed, disintegrated to tears, it was a treasured relationship i messed,
for years to come, we were subjected to high seas - it took years to understand i was blessed.

years elapsed, it felt like ages,
over time we refused to progress and our relationship stood at a standstill - our story remained incomplete - nil on the same page.
the eye-contact, bitter exchange of words indeed caused some problems as well as rage,
society mocked, humanity scorned, the hostility in our surroundings we could gauge,
we both realized we were not perfect, we were both trapped in an inescapable cage.

a few years passed and time worked its wonder,
we realized our mistakes, we overlooked our conflict, and this time, we refused to let my journey cause a blunder.

cliches are true; time does heal all wounds,
if only such a break occurred earlier, such precious time would not have gone to waste.

we already lost the prime of our lives,
memories we could have made to last a lifetime were given no chance because of our egos, our apprehensions.
the second hand is ticking away, time is going by so fast,
joy proliferates that our quandry did not last,
we have moved on ... the past is past.

a lesson we have learned: hypotheticals cannot
change time, on any occasion we should not haste,
we have weathered the storm, now we return to where we left off:
our relationship is once again chaste.

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