That spot is theirs

That bench belongs to their youth

They grew into women breathing the same air

Quenching their thirst with water of the same source

They crossed the same bridge their foremothers leapt to their death in

Seeing her go down those stairs,
She cannot help but admire her presence -

That sparkle in her eyes when she discusses her dreams

That look she gives her that shows what she wants 

It is wit, humor, indifference and poetry that brought them together

Elements of the same core but fit into different crevices

Across from them, there is a desert so vast 

Each grain of sand remains a key to the geological fortitude

Relationships are all about erosion and birth

The cycle of life

They sip their wine because that is how they fill the silences in between their longing

They savour the aftertaste because they experienced it later than most

One of them stands up and starts dancing  

The other cannot help but come behind her to clasp her fingers and hold them around a moving waist

They both gently laugh because it is an indulgence they never acted upon

They keep swaying in silence

It is one of the purest aspects of life-

To be able to hold onto an idea or sentiment of one's youth!

(Picture source: ellehena - Tumblr)
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