So calm
Eerie
Like the boat hole
It will soon engulf
Everything
She had

He was the summer bloom
However parched the earth would get
He would bud
Delighting her
Amid her worn out garden
The lavender bloom
Just one bloom
Would make her smile
But then
He stopped blooming
Said it is too hot
Cant do it anylonger
She, for her part
Caressed it
And coaxed it
With tears spilling
Over to the lavender
He said
That's not enough
I need rains
And drenched she did
With her heart
Only to see
The lavender bud again

She would get lost 

Mesmerised 

And fall in love 

All over again

Whenever she would see him 

Holding the pencil

As if it were a soul 

He was embracing 

Through the fine lines

He would make with the black lead

His eyes would be glued

Transfixed to the slender sharp lead

And the white paper

Which would in no time

Transform into a masterpiece of his 

The chemistry he has with the pencil 

Is unparallel, she would tell herself 

Yet

He would leave his masterpieces unfinished

She knew why 

It was unsaid

The promise that he would get back

Next day

For the final strokes 

And end the masterpiece for a new one