The drizzles kissed my eyes, Wiped my tears, Slipped down To pamper my cheek. And at last dripped down Devastated. To know Nothing could heal the wounds Your lips have etched.
The road remains sempiternal, witness & anchor at the same time, our milestones & companions flirt with a constant called change, acting as ambiguous speedbreakers in our cratered journey; challenging us to permanently etch our footprints like fossilized leaves.