Interwoven- VI

It's not about love.
Love comes and goes
Like bouts of coming alive...
Like tufts of air,
Stuck within
One sinking...
 It's about those other things...
The sting of the wasp
Among the petals tender...
The still-born night...
The relentless branches
Of an ageing tree,
Gasping for a breeze...
The apprehension 
Of a storm,
That never arrives...
The unkept secrets
Like fireflies...
Dripping in the inky blue...
The memory of clinking
Wind chimes, that echoes
A deja vu
When all goes quiet...
This, I would miss
About you.