A poem I wrote for someone 6 or 7 months ago.
I find comfort in your voice,
Like a caressing embrace in a cold night,
Like the sound of the whispering sea in the morning,
I felt like a child, and my womb was your song.
And we held hands,
I miss those hands,
For as we held each other’s sweaty fingers,
I forgot the world,
Time does not exist,
There was only you, and me
And the touches of your skin, making my heartbeat go faster or maybe slower
And hoping somehow, our pulse beats the same.
That faint smell of cigarettes left in my palm,
That faint aroma of mixed nicotine and perfume,
It felt very special, like I was, in that very moment, a part of you.
And as I grab your waist,
I wanted it to last forever,
To put it in a bottle and keep it safe in my heart endlessly
Everything in that jiff, your lips, your eyes, your cheeks
And even the slightest tangle of your hair,
I think it was perfect.
And I’m sorry,
Sorry for staring at you for so long,
Sorry for making it all awkward,
Sorry for those times I couldn’t say a single word,
And wishing that time would stop,
Sorry for being too attached,
Sorry for caring so much,
Sorry for holding your hands, your waist, and falling deeper,
Sorry for my longing to kiss you
Sorry for liking you too much.
For all I can do is to stay here and enjoy this very moment,
To make the best out of my every borrowed second.
If my life would be too short, I want it to end happily,
Deeply, falling for you.