A Week Went By
A week went by, like a fleeting breath,
When two souls collided, a dance of depth.
Their eyes met, a spark of possibility,
And in that moment, a whisper of destiny.
Hearts entwined in a delicate sway,
A connection born in an enchanting display.
Conversations flowed, laughter filled the air,
As they navigated the realms of love's affair.
Time slipped through their fingers, so swiftly,
Yet in each passing moment, they were free.
A blossoming romance, tender and sweet,
Promising futures, in harmony complete.
But a week went by, and silence prevailed,
Anxiety blossomed, his heart unveiled.
She vanished like a ghost in the night,
No calls, no messages, no signs of light.
Doubt emerged, a haunting embrace,
Did he misread the warmth in her face?
Insecurity whispered, casting shadows of fear,
As he waited, his heart growing unclear.
Days turned to nights, a torturous wait,
His soul yearning for a word, a simple date.
He checked his phone with trembling hands,
Each unanswered message, like shifting sands.
Loneliness lingered, a relentless ache,
The weight of uncertainty, his heart did break.
Forlorn, he wandered through endless hours,
Seeking solace amidst abandoned flowers.
But just as despair threatened to consume,
The silence shattered, dispelling the gloom.
A phone rang out, a melodic refrain,
And hope surged, like a summer's rain.
With trembling hands, he answered the call,
And there she was, a voice that enthralled.
Apologies spilled forth, explanations untold,
Their connection reignited, hearts consoled.
In that moment, anxiety turned to bliss,
As they discovered the love they could not dismiss.
A week went by, a lesson learned profound,
That sometimes, love's timing cannot be bound.
And in the ringing of that fateful phone,
Two souls found solace, no longer alone.
For love, in its mysterious way, can heal,
And in its absence, the heart can feel.