My dear poetry—
For the smile
on your face—
Talk to me more
With each line
on each page.
I write you—
Enacting my tantrums
like a clown on a stage.
Talk to me more
even though
my days are silent.
Talk to me more
When I walk alone.
Talk to me more
When these
nights become rebellious.
Talk to me more
with your lips sealed.
Talk to me more
even though you
don't need to..
Talk to me more
For our memories
are few.
Talk to me more
about your rhyme—
Those dews,
petrichor—
Our unfurled time.
Talk to me more
This April won't
stay for long.
Talk to me more
for I need you...
You exhale verses like air,
On which I breathe.
If not—
Talk to me once
to defy this truth.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
My dear poetry—
For the smile
on your face—
Talk to me more
With each line
on each page.
I write you—
Enacting my tantrums
like a clown on a stage.
Talk to me more
even though
my days are silent.
Talk to me more
When I walk alone.
Talk to me more
When these
nights become rebellious.
Talk to me more
with your lips sealed.
Talk to me more
even though you
don't need to..
Talk to me more
For our memories
are few.
Talk to me more
about your rhyme—
Those dews,
petrichor—
Our unfurled time.
Talk to me more
This April won't
stay for long.
Talk to me more
for I need you...
You exhale verses like air,
On which I breathe.
If not—
Talk to me once
to defy this truth.
