feeble, flimsy and tender
each smiles and chats
adding more layers to it.
Slowly and happily,
it grew in size.
Adorned it with stories and pranks
we felt the rope shrink in length
getting thicker and stronger
with each beat of our hearts
bringing us closer
to continue the journey,
as a single beat of rhythm.
But the small fights and remarks
left deep cuts on the rope.
No matter how thick the rope grew around it,
it remained as the weakest links
sinfully waiting for that slightest of pulls.
And it happened;
the rope cut loose
and we both were left with our halves.
All that is left now
is the echo of the empty promises,
to remind our weeping hearts
Of how a thread grew into a rope.