Touchstone

you know something 

i found that touchstone 

and held on to it,  

it's not important 

whether it's precious, 

it's precious to me.. 

can one limit a feeling 

something that breathes in our hearts 

brims in our eyes 

forever on our lips 

this silent wish 

of quiet togethernesss.. 

it didn't feel at all good.. 

inspite of that deep regard she held for him.. 

getting up feeling sick with herself, 

as if insisting on something 

inspite of all those doors banging in her face.. 

moving on despite the hurt, 

feeling all along he must have his reasons.. would he stop to give her any answers.. 

never having shared herself.. 

a feeling of strength always 

which was stronger than anyone she knew.. 

with him.. he wouldn't have it any other way, except mutual and equal.. 

and yes he had it in him too, 

a unique strength.. 

She wished he’d honestly say

what is it that was bothering him, 

what is it he really wanted.. 

She really wished he would.. 

She apologized for being so abrupt..  

no excuse can make up 

for that kind of uncalled for rudeness.. 

it just wasn’t her.. 

i am really sorry.. she said

As silently she walked away..