Rown

Dear stranger, It's been a while since you last called. I have been longing to hear your voice But it is not easy to call a stranger, right? You have to muster up all the courage And think about all the responses they might give And critically analyze if you're strong enough to digest it along with all the butterflies you still feel for them. You see, I was supposed to write about a random stranger but, my heart only drags me to your street. It's easier to write about when you know which way you're going, And my mind, body, and feet always turns to you all the time, Wish I could stop it but my reflexes are so familiar with your memories, It always ends up betraying me even when I tell them that's not the street I should be taking. Dear stranger, How are you? I hope you are doing well. I hope you get hurt by my poems less by the day, I know you still read them, I know you still wonder who makes me laugh these days like you did, Or maybe you pretend t...

We have started falling asleep together during weekends, even when the only thing we could hold was the phone, pillows, blankets, and sheets. I fall asleep as I watch him drift away from reality to the world of dreams peacefully like a child after a long day, even if the sun is up in the sky there and no moon night here. I fall asleep to his sleepy whispers calling my name, his closed eyes and lips pinker than mine, I stare at him and think how much I'm in love with this person. I ponder upon ending the call, but I don't, thinking just this once, I can pretend that we're sleeping together, just not in the same bed, or room, or house, or country, but still together, face to face.  He always sleeps before me, peacefully, telling me the tale of his tiredness and I let him and watch how perfect he looks and think how I can stare at this one person sleeping all my life. But I know, if he'll sleep in front of me in person, I would probably wake him back up just becaus...