Lost conversations

I am for once lost for words

As though my language is erased

Halcyon state of time long gone

Like a faded rug emotions too in oblivion 

I fondly called you a word smith

Enticed by the words you weaved

Everything felt calm and right

And then your words dried

I spoke in my head 

when I saw the stunning sunrise

when I tasted heaven in a piece of cake

when I saw a new bud erupt into a flower

I heard a stirring ghazal 

Starts of slow with crescendo 's

It paused at such a beautiful word

I looked for you to see if you noticed

A long slide in the park 

She feared a fall on coming down

I told do it anyways, she landed perfectly 

I nudged you, did you see her beaming smile?

An argument broke out

I am not sure if I am wrong or right?

I stood my ground and did what's right

I looked for you to fall back..

The conversations lost 

The songs never heard

Smiles missed seeing

Tiny moments of love not felt

I collected those stolen moments

Made them all into a big ball

Buried in a deep cavern of my heart

What a waste to be buried?

I strung them together 

Jumbled up words here and there

Add a little rhyme and chime to all the grime

Lost conversations became poems!