Maybe, we found love

Came home early

One Friday evening

Paired the speakers

Played my songs

Thinking about her

Of the good times

How it started

How perfect it was

We've been together

For forever

I knew the book

from cover to cover

Now its

Not so perfect

I don’t know

What we expect

The heart doesn’t

Jump anymore

When I hold her hand

Innocent romance

Doesn’t hold up or stand

There’s more passion

In our fights

Less in love-making

I fear its gone

My great love story

Is breaking

There were so many

Good times too

~

We used to

Trek up the hill

Reach the top

And sit there still

How we went often

To that Italian place

And took the

Weekend beach trip

To find our space

The first time

I dropped you home

The first time we kissed

From then on

How I couldn’t stop

Holding you

Touching you

Kissing you

A million times

Again and again

And that night

That fancy dinner date

Which neither of us

Liked much

We came back early

Changed to casual

Went for a movie

Same old usual

I knew then

That I’m going to

Marry you someday

And I kissed you

Overflowing with love

You too felt the magic

In that kiss

Your face lit up

In the dark theatre

“Why was this

So much better?”

You asked

~

Back in my chilled room

My heart thumping

To the beats of my playlist

Sweating, panting

A tear falling

I woke up suddenly

And I knew

In that moment

Hearts are not meant to jump

At holding of hands

Hands are meant to be held

When the heart jumps

I left everything as it is

To drive down, to hold you

As my speakers blared on

“Maybe, we found love, right where we are”