I wanted to call you
this late at night.
I might've missed you,
or rather figured
as I got whisked away
in my nap while
the rest of my schedule
was done-away with
at the wrong time.
I wanted to share a drink
before it sedated, hence slumber,
although it's nothing new,
but there was something about
what was obtained earlier today
that made me think...
I just didn't want to disturb you.
There's not a lot that I'm able to give,
but let it be the peace
that you deserve.
I honestly would still like to hear you,
as I'd also like to respond.
Not that I miss you already
despite firewood permeating a bit
and reminding me of
your vintage and mysterious wonder,
or that I'd rather notice
the simultaneous melting of our locked fingers
as we're practically fused by
blush-colored, elongated glances
hence enthrallment;
in fact the following very much apply...
I just want to talk to you.
Wish a phonecall took place.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
