Excruciating feet keeping me stand still,
Ashen hands seeking for a hold so tight.
Pungent aroma of grilled pork and seafood,
Desolate mind starting to be attacked by a sudden adrenaline rush.
Arid conversation turning into abundant flow of happiness,
Tedious hair blooming like a flower-bud as it’s flipped behind ears.
Disparate brown eyes of yours melt my despondent heart.
Your compelling smile diverting my profound fear and doubt into calm,
Darkness falling like osmosis, scattering like wings of news telling us to part ways.
Together as we face perilous uncertainty through our way home.
Twenty-ninth of March, colliding our hands burning circles of judgment,
Signal of bus denoting our two hours has been done.
Shallow hugs going into an epic fail punching me that it’s over.
Cut the tangled thread of our two hours.