Once Again?

I don't grumble anymore,
why our love has gone astray.

Intuitive cognition notifies me
of some happening,
out of the blue.

Else, why should my feeble heart
skip a beat?

As many time
waves on the river bank
erased your name
that many time
I had to reprint it.
Why must I?

Why must I ignore my sleep,
spotting stellar constellations
which we marked together?

Why should a crescent shine
remind my pledge
"henceforth my life is yours"?

No, something is bound to occur,
which has never happened before;
I can hear a little bird tweet
"Maybe, she needs you back".

Maybe, I am intoxicated
with the Maybe's in life.

The If's, one too many,
wheedle me to roll over
needles of dubieties sticking out ahead.

Still, I don't quite grouse these days.

Maybe,
you will need me again!