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Miss Unanswered Call

(From the Collection of Letters to Miss)

I pursued you, dear Miss no stranger’s smile,
Not with flowers or fanfare,
But with quiet texts
Sent into the void of night.

And I saw my screen light up,
And my skin shivered,
And it was all but the common stares,
It passed like a whisper I never wished to hear.

Days passed.
She replied with a distant “hey,”
A kindness so cold it burned.

And I,
I ached between those spaces,
Bending beneath the silence,
Hurting where hope used to live.

Still,
I clung to the frail thread of a dare...
Oh Miss, wish I’d see you but once,
To watch you once more,
Or just to see your smile.

Dear Miss, I cannot even touch your shadow in my dreams,
Because even in dreams,
Dear Miss, I’d die for just a handshake.

And so,
Miss, my heart splintered,
Silently,
Secretly into chambers
Echoing
With all the words never said.

I would’ve welcomed rejection;
A bitter “no” would have been a mercy.
But I couldn’t even ask.

Instead,
I sent a friend,
A coward’s emissary,
Bearing my trembling “hi”
Like it was worth anything.

She never called.
Of course not.
That hope was never mine to hold.

Her picture stayed and swayed,
Lodged in my mind like a thorn dressed in light.

I hated her for haunting me,
Hated myself for daring again,
Loved her more for not answering,
Hated her for being so beautifully silent.

And still,
This stupid heart
Kept crawling back,
Longing for more ache,
As is love baked under the kiln.

What emptiness.
What soft, unbearable futility.
What a priceless curse.

There my heart lies,
Untouched by the tremble I called affection,
While I..
I remain the fool,
Wounded in a war I never even fought properly.

And dear Miss never read my message.
You live with the echo.

You gave me a beautiful war
In the dead of night,
Where even now the mockingbird sings
Not in sympathy,
Where the beautiful stars mock me,
While my unanswered call lies desolate,

Yours truly again,
Mr Knight - Lost another battle as my own Adversary
Miss Rainbow on a Moving Window

(from the Collection of Letters to Miss)

Dear Miss Rainbow on a Moving Window,

You smiled from a distance,
as the train slid through mist
and vanished with my breath.

I reached,
but touched only the cold ghost
of a phantom farewell.

Where are you, Miss Never Said Goodbye?
Did you wave, or was that a trick
of the rain on the glass?

Miss Raindrop on my windowpane,
you trace the same path
as tears I never learned to cry.
Sliding, hesitating,
then falling anyway.

I whispered,
"Wish you were here..."
but you,
Miss You Didn’t Try Hard,
you disappeared behind the silence
I now wear like a second skin.

Miss I Don’t Know Where You Are,
I’m still here
at the train station
of empty platforms
and full hearts.

Waiting for no one,
seeking someone,
Miss Who Are You Again?
Do you still live inside that clock
with no hands?

Miss What’s Your Desire,
tell me,
whom do I blame
for dying slowly in a seat
facing the rain?

I see you,
Miss Rainbow
just yonder the open plains.
A promise I cannot chase.

Miss Cinderella’s Shoe,
still in my hand.
But the foot?
Gone with the last light
of your vanishing face.

Where will my train stop next?
Which dream, which goodbye
waits on the other side of fog?

Yours again,
Mr. Knight- still chasing ghosts in transit.
Another piece from a collection of letters to Miss
Jun 25 · 33
MISS FADED DREAM
Miss Faded Dream
(from the Collection of Letters to Miss)

Here saying, “Hey,” Miss Summer Eclipse,
 Where can I find your shadow?
 You, Miss Winter Sunshine,
 A whisper in the hurricane,
 "Miss Barefooted Bear"
 You tread where my tenderness hides.

Oh, you, Miss Cold Drop,
 Of oasis water on my scorched heart.
Hello, Miss “Tell me more,”
 Of my midnight soliloquy.
 What perfect lightning,
 Sparking flames in my ice-cold soul.

How did your day go,
 Miss Parable, puzzle to my smart left brain?
 Oh, what a tale I’ll tell
 When I sink into my deathbed dream.

Miss Doves in Twilight,
 When the beautiful sunset
 Casts a shadow of emptiness in my room
 I go to sleep too,
 Oh, Miss Haunting My Dreams,
 Waiting to mock my sober life come morning.

Good night, Miss Perfect Dress
 For a wedding I shall never see.
Miss Dandelion
 A cold sneeze from my lost pursuit.
 What shall I call you?
 Miss Little Bird,
 Mocking me from the high tree.

There you are again
    Miss “Dream About Me Again,”
 You visited me last night,
 With a clock with no hands.
 You said, “Wait here.”
Time turned its face
 And left me holding silence
 Deeper than dreams allow.

Good morning, Miss Cinderella’s Shoe
 For my bare-footed, wandering spirit.
Dear Miss, receive my letter,
 From the carriage of a lost friar.
 What words did I write there?
 Perhaps the wind opened it,
 And even the sky could not read.

Dear Miss Stop Trying
 That silence you send me in a letter,
 You, with a thousand versions of yourself,
 Each hiding the next
 Like secrets in bone.
 Every smile repeats itself,
 Before you vanish
 Into mist I dare not follow.

Hello again, Miss “Here I Go Again,”
 Taking my pain again,
 In the silent howl of night,
 Where cold mist rubs past my fictive form.
“Oh, Miss Always Chasing Me,”
 How I long to ask you your secret.

Here I am once more,
 Miss Faded Dream,
Saying “Hey,” beneath your eclipse
 Where your shadows fall
 Only where light once kissed.

Goodbye, Miss
 “I Can’t Reach Your Side to Smell Your Presence,”
Oh Miss "it was just
 A faded dream."

Yours truly,
Mr. Knight – Lost a Battle of Pursuit.

— The End —