#22 Certain Clouds don’t pass;
Some suns don’t set
Certain clouds definitely don’t pass;

-Akila Sridhar
Don’t you?
Don’t you feel it in your heart? No, head. Don’t you feel for me? Don’t you?
Do you?
Do you ever wonder what I’d be doing at any particular moment? Do you hear my voice and the way I’d say it? Do you hear me emphasising and see me pleading? Do you sense my dress choice and gut my moves? Do you taste what I’d make and jump when I’d fake?
Could you?
Could you imagine hurting me again? Could you sense my pain? Could you sense my fear and say my name? Could you hug me tighter and make it alright? Could you hang in there and be a fighter? Could you protect me all day and choke me at night? Could you kiss me mildly and keep me airtight?
Would you?
Would you be there forever? Would you be there for me? Would you forget your sorrows and smile care free? Would you be forgiving and be loving? Would you forget the history and make me some plum pastry? Would you shop your doubts and marathon whatever rhymes with doubts.
Well, I will;
I promise to pick you up and walk you back. I promise to be the me for the you. I’ll find sand and give you a hand. I’ll let you steal my shorts and wear home my tops. I’ll let you keep my count and lose yours. I’ll be your shivani and hug you tight. I’ll bear you and make you sleep all night. I’ll cover you and bring you warmth. I’ll pick my momos and dump your birds. I’ll share my food and order some more. I’ll pick my poison and yours. I’ll dream of the shore and bar-tend more – I promise, we will wake up soar. I’ll be the you for the me. I’ll be on your wall for more than the clouds- I can’t promise the time but surely more than the clock. I’ll quote you, anecdote you. I’ll date you, re write my fate with you. I’ll watch you sleep and call you my muse. I’ll glare and cringe more- would still convey pages for sure.
I’ll be the you for me and me for you.
Find your person and stick to them even if you have to bring heaven to Earth, drive to hell or say sorry.
