Like I have been the victim of your absence!

Night's darkness,the twilight's victim;
Grandeur of the sylvan,the woodnote's victim;
Majesty of the pacific,the tides' victim;
Shrill of the music,an octave's victim
And the beauty of words,a writer's victim
Like "I" have been the victim of your absence!
Those pictures your's,those memories,
I burnt them all but from my mind
How? burn you down!
My hopes always expect everything to recommence.

No talks would help, I thought!
but the silence confirms the trust in one another!
I just realized, no talks are necessary
but trust and everything remains,just the same.

Unless it's about you,
My fingers startle and words stammer
To fasten words of the epithets I write.
I know not what is it about us,
I know not if our bodies will
Ever encounter like our souls already have.
I don't know if we were written to be united!
I don't know if anything is going to be the same
But I do know that the star crossed lovers anyway unite
Cuz at the end it's love that always ruled!

YMS.