Elasticity

Elasticity, 

That’s the feature which comes to mind

When I think about loving you, 

The stretchy bands loosen up along my heart

To embrace you with every beat made by my 

throbbing organ,

But, when it came to losing you,

When it came to the hurt; the anguish

Or even seeing you in distress

It tightened, pulling everything together

In a suffocating embrace, 

Choking me on my air,

But I can only hope the air I lose

Is breathed in by you, 

In attempts to save some memory of us. 

© Soshinie Singh 

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling