Maze

I was once going home from work after a few successive weeks of late nights.
I started reflecting on how work takes a toll on everyone during some phases of career, and one can’t help but live an imbalanced life for a while. This just made me wonder how life (if personified) would react to this lifestyle, after a few decades....

One fine day, years ago

our eyes met across the road.

The moment froze, the gaze dug deeper.

Our eyes lit up, the grass turned greener.

She came close, calling my name.

Never before had it sounded the same.

The velvety voice like Mozart's symphony.

A resonance that filled my heart with glee.

Her soft fingers stroked my hand.

No moment had ever felt so grand.

I was in love, I was on flight

on the wings of joy, the sun shone bright.

Time went by, the sky turned gray.

The clouds set in, the sun hid away.

One rainy day, years later

our eyes met, across the road.

The long lost friends took years to find.

But, the glitter of the world had turned me blind.

She came closer, calling my name.

But the velvety voice was lost in vain.

Me and my companionship was all she had left.

But, the jingling of coins had turned me deaf.

Her soft fingers stroked my hand

in the hope of holding on to my last strand.

I couldn't feel a thing, my heart was just a lump.

The jolts of struggle had turned me numb.

To hold back on to the strings I strive.

Once again, I yearn to fall in love with life.

But would she still love a forlorn zombie?

Would she still look at me, call me and touch me??