FRAGMENTS

Sometimes I play with your fingers when you're sleeping.
The fragrance of our yesterdays
still reminiscient on your tips.
How I want to wake you up and make love to you.
You know the kind when you actually feel your souls merging as one,
clinging to eternity,
emulating utopia.
But your deep breathing and pursed lips tell me,
this is not the time...
And I wonder...
When was the last time we shared a tender kiss,
when was the last hearty laugh,
when did you last wake me up in the mid of the night
to say you wanted me,
and where,
where is this drive for perfectioning our lives leading us.
Isnt it perfect already ?
As our feets touch,
you snuggle them closer to mine.
Maybe you still love me like you did.
Minutes tick away like they must,
and somewhere a clock strikes the chime,
The twilight is beckoned,
and a new day raises her sleepy head
on the other side of my window.
I'm stil lost in your thoughts,
thoughts of us - thoughts of me and you.
We started out with a puzzle
and went on juggling the parts
in a bid to fit the pieces together.
Tiny little fragments of life shared between us two.
The picture got its shape, the jigsaw filled itself too,
Amidst all this yet,
why does my life feel so empty,
when I have tried to fill it up with you...?