When souls reunite.❤

Nights were hers,
because
Mornings used to wake her up
With compromises.
But the Niht,
Embraced her longings
with their expectations.

Forenoon:
brought the people
Presented to her, by time.

Niht:
threw the ones she deserved
And brought the ones she wanted.

And sometimes maybe
it's none to bring back.

But none ever comforted her
more than the one
The nihts bestowed her with.

Nights,
Were hers.

Mornings,
Were theirs.

In the end, it's all about comfort.
How comfortable are you,
with your blanket?
with your bed?
with your attire?
with your family?
with your meal?
with your daily commuting?
with your profession?

with your nights?
with your life,
With yourself?
Because it's always been
About 'yours' and
Shall always be.

The spark in his eye,
Would dazzle her up.
She lost her innocence
amidst the crowd.

Bar, her eyes
Still gleamed of the doomed kid in her.
The words came from an adult,
Save for the voice.
Of the Reminiscence:
Doomed kid.