Deep-root Fond

Love in the secret chest.

1,2,3 Counting with me

x,y,z  Solving the unknown along with him

Zipped lips in silence,

Mind processed in complex,

Symbols were written on analytical canvas,

Those numbers turned to letters,

143 turned to ILY,

Drastically crushed ourselves,

Strikingly the fist in our chests,

In the momentum of entanglement.

64 squared board settled on field,

An unforgettable recapture in our lenses,

Reciprocals become singular for meanwhile,

Opposite colors in the battle,

One will slam, the other slip,

Can a checkered wood will break it?

Out of the blue in this moment,

They harshly miss each other,

Hardly thinking one another,

No one said the answer but there's a clue,

in a confidential test that's unclear as a dew.

'Till now,

presuming still...

Scattered like stars in me,

the questions that never been explained.

Where are you now? 

How are you?

Waiting for you to come back.

Wishing dreams to be real.

Hoping memories within us not to be taken for granted.

Wherever you are,

Whatever you do,

However, just take care.

Be a shooting star falls in dark skies,

to lighten my world...

Author's Note

This poem has different meanings. You can decide your own interpretation. :)