The bricks, the sand, the mortar

I am made of the kisses on the forehead.

I am made of the fingers running through the hair.

I am made of the tinkle in the eyes.

I am made of the wishes upon a shooting star.

I am made of the silent prayer you just sent up.

I am made of the secret glances.


I am made of the awkward silence between two people.

I am made of the empty ice-cream tubs.

I am made of the scars, the tears, the aches.

I am made of the unsent messages, the undialled numbers, the unsaid words.

I am made of the waste papers that went into the trash can.

I am made of the good-byes at the airports.


I am made of  You 'n' Me.