I go to bed unwillingly
Turn the lights off and close my eyes
Waiting for a bam or a bang or anything that wouldn't let me sleep
I check my phone for the one text I am awaiting
My body craves sleep, needs atleast a few winks
The past two days I have survived without an hour of sleep
I wait impatiently for a text message
It's 3:32 now and I can barely keep my eyes open
My tired eyes close involuntarily
"Ping" and I jerk while I awake and reach for the phone
"Let me call you, let's talk " it reads
I go out to the balcony and await the call eagerly blushing my cheeks out in the cold autumn night's breeze
I smell the mildly cold breeze
It carries a hint of jasmine from nearby houses
Then, a faint whiff of some Mediterranean flowers as I like to call them
My hair stays unsteady in the breeze
The clothes hanging on the line sway, they float as if they are on water made of free flowing thoughts
It's almost eerie as I wait still
"Calling you" says another text
3:35 am now and feel my phone vibrate like it has been put on sync with the rhythm of my heart
You call and then we talk, I blush and smile throughout the call as we speak of temporary things
But all this was in the past, way back.
I still remember, that year, in September, on a night like this you asked me if I loved you.
And I hesitated. My mistake.
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My Poetry is You
PoesiaThis is a collection of free-verse poems that I am currently writing on the people I have met and have yet to meet in life and about the humane feelings and psychology. This miscellany of writing will slowly cover almost all aspects of life that I...
