That day both were together,
And sitting next to each other,
One was chatting heavily on phone,
the other lost in her own thoughts.
As the night progressed,
Conversations got started,
And numbers were exchanged.
The relation grew like a flower
Attracting wrath from every corner
For theirs was not an ordinary,
Though it seemed perfect in their memory.
Over the days the flower drooped,
Unable to bear the stains and poops.
And then they did that too together.
From strangers in the night,
To the partners in death forever,
The travel they did together,
Had changed their lives tonight.
The post was written based on the prompt by WriteTribe – 100 words on Saturday.
Yay I finally did write on a prompt!