Not a choice

Posted on Fri 23 August 2013 in Philosophy • 1 min read

Being together was not a choice,

nor sharing those moments..

Smiling with you was not a decision,

neither were the myriad discussions.

The fights were not a choice,

nor was the insane stubbornness.

The tears shed were not in the plan,

neither were the talks till the dawn.

Days I missed you were not a choice,

nor the waits for you to come back.

Patterns we scribbled were not a chance,

neither were the songs we hummed together.

Dreams I dreamed were not a choice,

nor was the eloquence of that silence.

Evenings by your side were not an illusion,

neither were the days that began with you.