watching your hands
float across the pages
of the paper you were
writing upon, while I sip
on this cup of tea.
I found myself wanting
to reach out to you
just to smooth the frown
on your forehead.
I wonder what were you
thinking about?
Or should the question be,
who were you thinking about?
I was still trying to
get the courage to
make a small talk,
curious as to how
your voice would sound like,
when you suddenly stood up
and left, leaving me
with nothing else of you.
I didn't even get the
chance to know your name.
No comments:
Post a Comment