Under the Gulmohar

You ask me if I love you now 

if I couldn't live without you now,

if after all this time would I stop,

turning back at every mention of us?

It's a lot easier when it's just I 

And yes, 'I' could live just fine

Maybe I'd smile less often

and feel defenseless at times,

But my heart would pump 

to the rhythm it's always known. 

I would take the same old road

worn down by time and familiarity

And on my way I'd stop and take a moment

under the gulmohar, look up

as it stains the sky crimson, 

maybe I'd think of you

for a fleeting second

and then I'd move on

because thoughts escape my mind

so do these feelings you talk for hours about

It's not always a bad thing you know?

being alone. 

We never we're in the same page

I was always a fast reader and you never much for books