i took the effort
to bring something just
for you
i risked my mom's scoldings
thinking you would be happy
with this little gift i had
for you
but what gave me the pain
was that
you were long gone
nd you're not anymore
at home.
that i wasn't coming back
to anything
and that all this time
i'm still thinking
i'll see you when i come home.
so i thought you were still here
but then, you were buried feet below.

We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.