2nd

It does not come easy as i have always claimed,
purely a construct, brick by brick and thoughts upon thoughts
each letter, each word counts
i have dug them out from deep within and from the shallow waters i have borrowed
some have disappeared in the thin air
in the space between you and i
maybe some...you have kept them safe!
I want to write the ending lines as i close my eyes
pretending to sleep...
that too is a pretension,
but i cannot go any further
and do i really want to, i ask myself
...
just another word,
another letter atleast
maybe you can write again,

but do i really want you to write...
i am wondering
time will tell
for this seems to be a wrong season
for the snow to fall
and the flowers to bloom...
Time will tell,
i tell myself