SHE (UN)SAID, HIS STORY

She and he ate from one bowl,
forehead to forehead,
in music,
silence,
and inner smiles,
for different reasons.
His, a smile in lost hope and denial,
Hers, leaking secrets.

He – “I’m going with the flow”
She – “Dead fish go with the flow.”
He – “But I am the flow.”
She – “True. There’s a thin line though.”
She – “And I draw the line.”

Her answer was safely ashore.
And In silence,
he drowned,
in his own ocean of lost secrets.

© Akhil Joshy