dearest stranger
is a stupid endearment i have for you
cause how could you be ‘dear’
when I don’t fully know you
And it’s okay that
your messages are so out of the blue
First one, on a Wednesday
Up to wondering if
I’ll get one today
And the next, two weeks
you’ll disappear like no traces
but yet I’m reignited
when i see the bubble
containing your
unregistered number
no designation
yet i know that its you fully
ingrained in my head
trying to catch the rush
that i felt when you’re with me
as if going back
to the night you gave me
a little bit of attention-
And I thought it would
complete me.
dearest stranger
Oh how im helpless
on your lips taking away
the courage to delete
Your unregistered number