Or was it early January?
Static breaking my sleep
Exposing quiet uncertainties of a mid-morning dream
Her voice in a sudden rush
Panting out greetings and cautionary tales
As it nests amidst the rumble
Debating with the gasping of an old engine's thrust
Debating the nearing overhaul
And each enthralling word bordering into road bumps
The ones improperly placed and without a warning sign
Catching us
No, me
Just me by surprise
And then there, oceans became wider
Wider than ever
More than gaps and curves in a crumpled map
Life’s a journey, the philosophers preached
And the driver swerved in praise of its point
A bumper sticker, a decorative anecdote
For forced conversations
But you,
Yes, you took it quite literally
Moons after the last beeping of your call
In that cold but sunny day, I peeked at the window
And prayed for fog
(December 9, 2011)
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