It was one of those days
the sky didn’t bother to explain
when balconies caught a smile,
soft, like a secret
resting on his lips,
and love flickered in her eyes
as if the world had never broken.

But down below,
behind half-closed doors,
the air burned bitter.
Anger moved in heavy footsteps.
Hate breathed where hope once slept.

Still
the dreams had come together,
bloomed like spring after silence,
fought for space
in a world too narrow for both.
And then, quietly,
they vanished.

They had believed
in change,
in love,
in rewriting fate.

But time turned its page,
and there they were again
Romeo and Juliet,
trapped in the same play
with new clothes,
the same ending.