Stuck in your head.
Trapped in your thoughts.
I know a few years from now,
you will be in Australia and doing your thing,
I will see your updates on Insta stories,
There will be a smile on my face looking at those cool pictures.
How happening your life would be,
then I will relish these thoughts,
these memories of spending time with you even for an evening,
then I will remember how we juggled our evening team meeting
and planned to meet.
I will remember how we laughed at ordering martini (stirred).
and "it smells like piss – diluted shitty stuff" , you giggled
I will remember how we spent so many hours at the bar.
without looking at our phones.
We were stuck there in each other's heads.
and in that tiny tale of the evening.
that could have been a mini-series (with an IMDB rating of 8.9.)
But then you left
& I didn't
