The Time

It had to be the time when our proximity was just a whisper away;

It had to be the time when my very self was such a klutz

It had to be the time –

     when my feet tangled themselves on a flat surface

     when my hands subconsciously caught your arm

     when you laughed a soft laugh –

That she was there in her beautiful presence

And you stared at her while you helped me get on my two feet.

 

P R I S O N

Loathing over the moments before I sleep
Clocks whispering their rhythmic ticks
Thoughts creep though the labyrinth of my mind
Embraced by darkness, my screams confined