The CliffHanger

It was dusk.

The sun piercing through the clouds ,

The birds bidding a goodbye!

The waves forlorn , drained, yet hitting hard,

Ripples being crushed like the house of cards.

And there He was standing by the cliff at the edge of the earth.

The hollow sound of the growling waves,

Echoed like “wildcry” in the forgone aching cave.

Shoulders drooped, hopes unstrapped, flashbacks in his eyes,

 He was prepared to witness his own goodbye.

Two and a half inches he was short,

Of stepping into the turmoil of nothingness,

When you feel light as a feather,

You soul gives a shudder,

Until you are long gone.

Shackled at last to chains of desperation, he booked his berth,

And there He was standing by the cliff at the edge of the earth.

The sky slowly losing its color,

The streaks of light crumbling into one dark matter,

When he hears a hum,

A tune so familiar yet it seemed scattered.

He turned around and finally shifts his eyes,

She looks straight at him,

With eyes that could never lie.

There was a pause and then she smiled.

It took her exactly 7 steps to be near him,

Near enough to make him regret;

Near enough to make him weep;

Near enough to make him sweep;

Sweep off his determination to lose,

The war waged by a commoner.

She took his hand;

Placed it on her heart;

And made him feel the pain,  

The pain she felt when he did depart.

Few tears were shed,

He knew she was his missing thread.

The sun came down and finally they came closer.

He knew it all by then,

She was the one, his heart had been lent.

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