They say people are brought together by intoxication.
I always snorted at this conjecture –
right until that very occasion
where we subconsciously formed an indenture.
Maybe it was not booze after all,
because of how we came together
and found each other, like overall
I snickered at the smirks
that you fired at my way.
I laughed at your quirks
that stood out from miles away.
The moment of realisation
arrived that morning as I lifted my eyelids.
Sparks were no longer a hallucination,
apart from the way I felt your lips.
Gradually you became my bomb shelter;
An umbrella, an arm to hold,
a band-aid, a listening ear –
you were almost all things gold.
Call it a joyride
or a fleeting adventure
that only burnt ephemerally bright.
Still I would love to thank you later
for that you have taught me how to love myself better.
(As I crave for another you – who treated me like treasure.)