Passport, please.
-Reasons for travelling?
Missed him like all hell.
The visa stamp says:
Borders and miles
ain't got nothing
on what we had.
Loud words for something so quiet
but it's been weeks
and weeks and weeks
and I could have taken it longer
but with everything I am
I don't want to.
All the airport dawns,
all the trains going in circles
I didn't know it could be like this.
Is it that I realized recently -
I'm yours?
Remember that song?
Signed, sealed, delivered.
Man in the seat to the right,
stop looking at me like that
I can't help the goofy grin.
Forgive me please the temporary insanity of
soon ...soon ...soon.
This is truly ridiculous.
Is this why they call it falling?
It actually feels like I've been falling
for some time already
and now have spread my wings to fly...
to you.
Oh but you make me think
in the most purple of proses!
Even when you are not there.
Or maybe especially then.
And I would've rolled my eyes
at this inability to eat,
If I wasn't so happy.
Soon, soon, soon.
How did this happen?
You left and took a part of me with you.
You left and a part of you stayed behind.
On that count I wasn't fooled.
I know you. Enough and not enough.
It was like there was wind whistling
in the places, where you should have been.
in my bed, in my head, in my blood
and, hell, my heart.
Enough and not enough.
Didn't you hear the empty spaces
between the words of
"let's stay friends" messages?
Then one day
we were unable to talk each other
into what just looked like sense
All the spaces filled up with plans.
And now,
soon soon soon.
I'll never say any of this to him
This is for the clouds to keep
But when he sees me
he will read all the falling and flying
written large
on my probably monumentally embarrassed face.
Soon now, just hours.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=599043
Рубрика: Лірика кохання
дата надходження 11.08.2015
автор: petra pan