​I could not recall ever rhyming your sweetest name.

How can I even remember a song without priming its symphony.

We were two like rhythms –

Boring, unexciting, toneless souls,

Craving for something – a magic perhaps.

Looking for the right filler to complete this half-baked story.

Then suddenly you gave me the look…

That moved me to pull back

To leave and retract.

And when you asked me, “what’s wrong?”

I said, “we were always out of tune.”
(c) Quirkyshine