my passengers

the blinking thin
line stares back at
me, as it beats
with my heart
jumping for
you so silently. there

is a poem inside
me, a poem i want
to let out badly, but
the words are
scrambling like train
passengers on their
final stop, rushing
to come out. there is

too much that i
want to write, as if
the words in the
dictionary will not
be enough, because,
listen. from thousand
miles away from
me, i am not even

sure if this will
reach you, hopefully,
but there maybe one,
no, it’s a thousand
poems inside me, and
maybe i will not
be able to spill
them out successfully,
but this one i
think i can say

surely, you are
my heart’s poetry.

—

11.03.2017
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