It did not scream, it never yelled;
To this day, I don’t understand
why there were clues,
Things simply happened.
There was a lightning without a thunder
and we both felt it.
There was a crash of a cymbal,
a distortion I couldn’t translate.
It was not us,
it was the moment, having its fun.
Kismet often plays these twisted games,
tag, hide-and-seek and subconscious chess.
Pieces get taken, lost and replaced,
cheated and tricked
When time goes by
and the game is to end,
we accept the new day,
without a say.
And the moment that made us
tremble and shake
stays in the cracks,