Unfinished...

I know this will pass,

Only memories will remain at last,

Of some worthwhile moments shared,

A few little emotions spared,

As some stories untold remain,

Some feelings ... Like teardrops in the rain;

We fly high with our wings spread,

Like the stories we’ve once read;

At life’s crossroad, making choices of our own,

Settling into other worlds unknown.

Will the common space ever nurture?

Or, the unspoken make a mark?

Only time shall unravel its course for future,

As I stand a silent observer to the dark.