Would it be neat?

Like strangers, unfamiliar souls... We shall again be...Wouldn't it be neat?

Wiping our past and future clean....Decades forgotten in an heartbeat

We shall walk apart.. our memories kicked away in the dust of our feet

You...walk away a few steps ahead..Just another face...you see and never meet

Yes, we shall be vagabond souls on a crowded street...

I wonder though...will our eyes betray our souls and our feet...

Will they still exchange a glance...Will our hearts like before skip a beat?

Will we like strangers once again  intuitively meet?

Only to take the same road again to love or will we destiny defeat?

Yes, I often wonder...if we would be strangers again..would we be destiny or will we never meet?

A room called grief...

There is a room in my house... Yes...grief...
Only I know the way to this elusive room...
A room that  in solitude contains all my grief...
And yet it has no walls to contain it...this room
I try to tell you the way to find and share my grief..
You knock, hoping to find my make-believe room..
It hides in plain sight like unexpressed love, this grief
There are no windows here that lets light into gloom
The darkness so bright...you never see this grief
You knock again,as you want to peek into my doom
I open the door and call out to my grief..
I turn back to show you my grief... my gloom
It disappears..thin air...My eternal yet ephemeral grief....
I turn back to you and try to say..there was a room
You smile and say.."Yes, I know...I don't know your grief .
But, I know mine...I have my room too..my grief..my room!"
And yet when we try and share our grief...
All we have are empty words  that fill this room
A room...empty of grief... Emptiness..in lieu of grief