…but the thing is–they don't.

Arm

Each day before going to bed

And after setting an alarm

I keep a pillow under my head

And pretend that it’s your arm

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Moving

My head swims in questions

I think with my foot

I keep moving forward

I keep stumbling on the root

But I keep smiling

For there’s nothing else to do

Seeking solace in nothingness

The weak branch I hold onto

 

 

You

I miss you
I think all the time about our time together
Our long walks in the lovely weather
The benches we sat on
And the squishy sand
The way you tenderly hold my hand
When time runs away like an unwilling bride
And how we know we’re on the same side
A corner comes and we kiss
I wish I didn’t spend my day like this
Thinking about us and the way we do
Everything I see makes me miss you

Free fall

The walls are so grey
My spirit so low
My energy is away
Where did it go
My thoughts and wishes
Are all said no
So many leashes
Time goes slow

Lone

I’ve been drifting through days

Staring into space

Trying to find a face

Looking into my eyes

Sharing my cries

Believing, when the world denies.

Why

Want to cry

But I cannot, why

Oh why can’t I

I sit at the foot of the bed and sigh

And wonder if the happy times have passed us by

To be on our own, to live a lie

Or to find some meaning, after bidding goodbye.

You’re with me

​Your ship is taking you home

I stand here and look at you

As far as I can

You are growing smaller and smaller

Until you become a point

And the earth’s curvature hides you

Though in my heart you stay back

And stare at me playfully

You’re sublime in my mind

Smiling and looking at me

While I smile and look at you.

Our time

​The cold touch of your hand

The strength of your tongue

The warmth of your love

Wrote the thoughts unsung

 

You took down my walls 

And you looked into my eye

Your fingers made me glow

When you brushed my thigh

We moved with the same rhythm

I dove into your kisses

You held me in your firm hands

And fulfilled all my wishes

Like our attire, I kept aside

The fear of being caught

There was no error, the punctuation in place

But there was no dot

Your time

​I wish 

I could be

on the other 

side

with you-

my eyes 

touching

your skin.

Your time

so precious

to you

to me

I need it

to be. 

Dry smile

​I’m lying on the bed

Staring at the fan

The sunlight is too dry

The clock says one

And the sky’s white

Tired of binge watching shows

I lie here quietly

The ceiling’s an old friend

The biscuit box is empty

I slept for 11 hours

Yet I lie here and think

Of things to do

None around

To listen

To my jokes

And laugh with me

While having lemonade

For more than a minute

So I call you up

And smile and giggle

In a different reality

And on returning 

I’m left with

All the energy

But very little will

To do anything

On my list

So I dance 

The time

And the extra space

Away.