poeticnook

i miss your late night text messages on the phone
saying sweet nothings
that time when you got all drunk and you said
what you never would have otherwise said, if you were sober..
you said you loved me..
i miss the dawns that find us together sitting on the sand
waiting for sunrise after a whole night
spent crusing the city on your friend's car,
listening to broken up songs and waiting
for the liquor to settle on our being.
i miss that time when i was drinking kamikaze
and my cheeks were all red
and you said "i wish i could take you home..", and you did,
if i was dreaming then, i wish you never woke me up. but you did
i miss the heavy rains on late evenings
while i walked you to the car,
you would hold my hand on those times
and be all quiet and serious
like it was the end of the world,
and indeed it was..

i miss missing you,
like right now,
when i force this verse out of my fingertips
i feel nothing,
there is no sadness, no pain, no hatred,

you have become
just another exercise
with words that have lost their meaning

06.03.2004.1.09.p.m.