Unheard spoken trail of words
Often leading to unfinished thoughts
Collated, yet, inconclusive -
Delayed decisions? Perhaps?
(I am exaggerating)
‘Perhaps’ -When I think about it
Comparing today and our yesterdays
Now when we are three formed of us two
Bound by incessant doses of innocence
Her tinkling bells of laughter (I often quote)
Giggling notes of something out of nothing
Dialogues, lost in her clamor, are named Arguments!
(Silly! to think of them like that)
“We aren't” We tell her trying to state it
As THE FACT – (we do go up the scale to be heard!)
And yet, when our home falls into a silent house
Tucked into a cozy sleep – bliss! - It is
Midst a collage of smiles, and tears that never flow
Watching her unfinished thoughts tumble out
Unaware of our own escaping into time
Other ‘little’ things would find a way
To fall in place for you, me and us!
Don’t you think we know a bit better of each other now!?!