So apt these words,
I had left much more to you:
I had some wild dreams,
tied to the corner of that
shrouded veil.

I found the dried dust,
from the wings
of butterflies;
and some petals.

The thread that binds us together.
Is this up to me alone?

You once told me;
you smell me on your bosom.
Is this up to me alone?

Islamabad
Aug 2,2010

Sadiqullah Khan

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-up-to-me/