Poem: Pieces of You and Me

Took a detour this morning and found
a missing alphabet at the bus stop,
Is it a sign for the missing puzzle
that I am actually your missing rib
the one I’ve been searching for the longest time?

I can be blunt about a thing called love,
Now I’m saying, please don’t leave; don’t go
It’s not the time, not until I stand before you,
saying: ‘You are mine and now I’m yours’,
and then drenched in each others’ embrace.

You’re the reason I woke up to every happiness,
that my world no more an anti-clockwise,
In the cruelest iridescent I see rainbow
adjoining pieces of you and me, along the way
to a place only where we two belong.

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