"was missing you."
was?
So when was that?
this morning?
yesterday?
or just before this moment,
when the words were punched off the phone?
Or that it's incorrect use of English,
and you still miss me,
staring at your phone screen,
as you wait for my response?
Or may be you are not waiting,
just that you said
what was to be said,
and have moved on
to the next set of chores?
And what do you miss really?
Our conversations,
that flew from one
to the next
as if they were
one steady flow of thought,
like a river,
flowing through the plains,
ridges or mountains,
noisy, or silent,
but one steady flow?
Or the smell of our bodies,
and sound of our breath,
when, after the long walks
around the quiet streets,
we would dump ourselves
into each other's bodies
in back of a cab?
Or all the songs
you would sing in my ears,
as if they were meant to be heard
only by me?
or the purposeful touch
of your skin to mine,
your hands on my back,
your cheek pushed against mine,
your lips, close enough to be kissed,
but not yet?
Or the dreams we would tell,
of making love,
in the ways they would come to us?
What do you miss, my love?
and how do you miss?
Does your heart ache,
like mine does at times?
Or dances in joy,
for whatever we had,
like mine does?
Do you miss me
in the ways that I do,
that can't even tell you
that I miss you?
And before the second could pass,
and it would be from 11:12,
when I got your message,
to 11:13 that I must reply,
should you not kept waiting,
I respond
" ๐ค [hug smiley]"
