Maybe, falling in love is not replying as soon as possible but there's no problem with that. Maybe, it was the small exchange of words as we go to our designated places. Maybe, it is the frequent reminders of eating on time cause he knows you are always late on having one. Maybe, it is the way he taps your shoulder when you are sitting next to each other.
Maybe, it was the way we talked about the weather and how we synch our thoughts when we were together. Maybe it was the little laughs when I joked so mediocre or the lines I tried to sing but I failed over and over.
Maybe, it was the warm cup of coffee as we watched the bluish twilight into golden daybreak. Maybe it was the reservations of asking "when will we meet again" cause it feels like forever. Maybe, it was the birthday greeting you meticulously written. Maybe it was you finding me somewhere in a place where nothing feels good and happy. Maybe it was you I was waiting. Maybe it was me you are hoping.
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blue valentine
PoetryThis is for the love I have found in between clouds of smoke, behind bathroom doors, and every waking at midnight hour - blue valentine. (2023)
