Hazel eyes burned back
As both stood in the crowded staircase –
The brown curious ones stared back-
Surprised at the halt.
The thin fingers of a known grip
Fought hard against the pulsating moment –
“Do we look old? “ the voice
whispered.
The softness of tone –
A jar against time.
Both minds raced back
To the well beaten,
Mostly disparate paths
Of the last decade left by.
One felt the weight of the world
Burdened on his scrawny shoulders.
The other walked on-
A spring in the step
And
a smile light on her lips.
The moment revealed the evolution -
Of their beings and souls.
No more kids were they anymore -
Eyes candied against the world-
But adults charting a new chapter.
For one, contentment seemed ablaze-
On her face -
She thought back to the man with broad shoulders-
Who had made her world complete.
For the other one,
The night seemed to lose out its mirth -
As the grey clouds descended with questions -
Of life and existence
,Along his solitary road.
