At least We Met

Punctuation Marks of Love

We were each
other's paragraph.

I can recall
the day you said
we hold the pen,
we write the story,
we are the authors.

Weeks turns to eons,
we keep on prolonging
our number of days,
and the moments
that we
could share.

If we were
a sentence
we could be a
compound-complex
more than
a simple one.

But when you
wrote a
question mark,
that's where
everything
started to shrink.

How could
you doubt
the way
I wrote
my love
for you?

How could
you be so
uncertain
of me
when I was
so sure
of you?

You refused to
put a comma
and finally
decided
to put
a period
after all
the phrases
of love and pain,
after all
the clauses
of gaiety and travail,

Just like how a
paragraph ends,
and so, are we.