Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Conversations ceased to happen as they watched the burning candle, its wax dripping off in cautious steps. The gradual falling apart, after having burnt in the flame of passion. The fire danced hypnotically in their eyes, in a bid to warm cold hearts. The ruthless winds had chilled their bones. The much needed warmth, they once found in the confines of each other’s arms was amiss. Companions in solitude, they knew it was time bid adieu. To every rush of memory, to every hug around the corner, to security found in embraces, to shared spaces, to intimate moments, to each other.  The end was near.

The plates were clean. Totally wiped off. No signs of remorse, no marks of emotions. They left their tables, the squeaky drag of their chairs being the only audible recall. Like mimes of fate, they walked together, yet far apart. Two weakened souls, burdened in misery, too shattered to hold each other.
A tinge of sadness groped the evening sky. A melancholic tune amidst leafy rustles, humming a half remembered song. The road broke apart under a lonely streetlight. Their shadows held on for a while, longing to speak. And then they walked their separate ways as the world spun madly around them. 

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