When you leave, Weeks, maybe months from now; I will hold you Till our fingertips slip off Each other’s; And wonder if there ever was An Us; Because if there was, baby, There will be no wait any sweeter, For even a thousand miles apart When our hearts beat, There will be a little bit … More Departure


The fragile boat could barely stand the tumult of the sea; As ferocious waves washed over it, the ink drowned first, its colour spreading to unfathomable depths. Feet soaked firmly in sand and eyes capturing every detail, a voice echoed across the blue expanse; “The deepest secrets of my heart now lie in yours.”