We are facing each other
Sailing our love to the echoes of dust.
We use our voices as paddles
while flogging air with sadness.
Silence cowered between us,
We employ our eyes to labour the sky; to count floating clouds by their bloodline.
What a journey!
This grey sky cannot hold onto a grieving memory.
A swooning storm between us– with a roar etherized on our palms
And the Wind panting unrepentant, as if we are haunting its existence