My conversations with you

wordless and unreal they are

Yet I feel I can pick

them up at the exact place

where I left you so many years back.

You know exactly what I have to say

And when I hear you speak

I am reminded that we are old souls

Back in time

When the world was young

And we were wise

Together we would be

In a psychedelic of time and space,

Conversing.

So is it that what we had?

Give and take, caress and rake

With words?

Was our love just a love for words

I seriously wonder…

And hence, today when we can’t see each other

It’s them that stay

It’s our conversation that rings through the canyon of everyday existence.

We were nothing else.

We were everything

That a conversation could be.