The Old Building
I passed by you the other day
You still stood there as before
Smiling , cajoling me about a “conversation".
that could have but never happened.
Your bright red bricks & rusty pipes
Have so many moments trapped in them.
Like turning the pages of a book
You cannot read them nor put them down.
A beautiful young girls impatient eyes
Trying to find the meaning of love
Losing her heart, finding it & losing it again.
A much married man’s confusion where his heart belongs.
Dear old building, you were not warm this winter.
All they asked for were few moments with each other.
A quiet place on a December afternoon.
You were not gracious enough.
The man had picked the most beautiful flowers
Packed the demons of confusion in a tight box.
The girl had something more important that day.
The demons got free and trashed the flowers.
Dear old building, they left something valuable with you.
Desire and selfless affection for each other.
Thousands of heart-beats
Quiet words that were never said
When you do find it
Hold it close to you
And give it to the next confused duo
Wearing their heart on their sleeves.