words don't come that easy.

x

29.10.2021
8:00

I might write an epistolary
while I seive a cardigan to apologise
for the moment I caught your seat
before you could yesterday,
Because you were two minutes late.
It isn't a cheesy romance film where
I would woo you with my words,
I tell you that my words aren't mine
they somehow turn into what I
read and fall to who I become.
They fall to who I become
never to who I am.

It's not my place to start telling you stories
instead do the bare minimum,
which is a big deal in this world
where words are hidden.
Indeed, my deed will reflect that
I never wanted to take your spot,
I know you love to incline towards the window,
wishing to peek out and catch something.
I never know if you eventually did.
Or will do.

Your hair tousled by the wind,
the brown frizzy falling to your
eyes and you don't care,
as if you are watching drama unfold
and the curtain turned down before the play started.
I wish I could draw the curtain,
but you could have fell asleep.
So I didn't say much, I never do.
I never sit on the backseat,
But today I did to see what is
so endearing about it,
There is less chaos, until everyone
knows of a place where there is less
chaos and they gather there like buzzing bees.

I never sit on the same seat but I am
sorry that you had to catch another because of me.
You never sat besides me for the second time.
because there are a million things
that I need to apologise for,
and one of them is observing and not talking.
But you never seem to notice that
somebody is besides you,
so that makes me the air that exists
but isn't acknowledged until you fall short of it.
And I apologise for looking at you, for admiring you.
But time fleets when you want it to stay,
I never catch you in the same bus again.
I hope you are okay, I hope that you
caught what you wanted.
I hope you caught the world and
I hope the curtain is down only after the play is over.

[ appreciate the messages yesterday after my poem. it's good to see people are genuinely enjoying reading what i write. however, people have a stereotypical way of messaging on here and trying to small talk their way into my life which i find very monotonous and hard to get back to so if i haven't responded, it's nothing personal. have a good one. ]