August

August knocked at my door,

Without an Irish coffee,

that table and my book of poetry.

Words replaced by smiles.

Picture frames in the attic.

Conversations don't ring anymore.

If silences could weave a poetry,

You would hear some music tonight.

The familiar sketch,

beside the table.

A warm and cozy feeling.

“Uncertain”

And they didn't matter.

For the sign

calmed the storm.

The touch soothed

the desires.

Words opposite

yet thirst quenched.

Certainity in uncertainity

The heart danced in anxiety

Miles in between,

words keep company.

The flickering screens.

I feel your heart beating

and your attempt

to not keep me waiting

As we look at each other

trying to celebrate

what we feel for one another

There is distance

and time wont help

the day closes as mine begins

And we hold on to the tears,

the longing and smile

and the next day appears

the screens flicker

Miles in between 

words continue to accompany.