For a thousand times,
I have thought,
What you would look like,
How will your smile look like,
How will the twinkle in your eyes look,
How your voice will sound,
Will your laugh be contagious,
Will your arms feel safe,
Will your heart feel warm,
Will I find my home in you,
Will our souls collide
And complete each other,
And I also know that,
Whatever I have thought
I wouldn't remember any of it
At the time
I will meet you.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryRaw poetry of a lost soul; a wanderer, a star gazer and a reader.
