What is the Point?

What do we need to

Talk about now-

When all has been said and done-

Too many times.

When all the wrongs-

Are too much sedimented,

To be undone.

Drifted apart-

Miles away.

Our thoughts divergent,

From all that we had dreamot up of-

Once.

Long ago.

What is the point in

Rehashing the past?

When it is dead.

For you.

For me.

There is no going back now.

The ego is too well

Sunk in.

Deep-rooted.

There is no time for,

Rethinking things over.

We both have

Coursed ahead in our

Distrust.

Too far.

Beyond belief.

There is no place for,

You and me –

Together-

Anymore.

The linear existence,

Shall travel time ridden,

Separate paths.

Never daring to hope

For a convergence-

Ever.

That would be

Killing all germs of

A new life.

A sacrifice,

For which,

Neither have the

Courage to muster.

Failed- in the test of time,

What is the point then,

In sharing the space together.

What is the point then,

In letting the coffee cups,

Cool down-

Irreparably?

While both pairs of vision,

Would scatter away happily,

To a place,

Where knowledge is not free.

And the feet would tap

To an unheard rhythm.

Smiles would be hollow,

As also the apparent concern.

What is the point then,

To see each other

Again.

One more time?