It will end and gradually disappear, like the incense stick burns in utter silence, while the doors kept ajar. The journey of a thousand thoughts, the promise of a sun and moon, a love ballad, happy hours' blithely croon togetherness to sustain. You and me, the promise of a kiss and caress and love and care selfless all will cease to happen once your river merges in another ocean. Am afriad; my dinghy is small; will not be able to weather the slaps of massive brackish waves. The ocean is vast, for I don’t dare to cross; alone and far.