Sometimes I think of you
Of your lips
Your eyes that drill inside me
Kill my boredom and my awkward silence in my mind
Your eyes that awaken my heart
Sometimes I think of your lips
Not the way you kiss me
The way they move when you talk to me
Those pink lips whose colour kind of fascinates me
No I think it’s your touch
Not the gentle one, when you sometimes hold me
It’s the brush
The one I felt years ago when you touched my wrist
When you requested for that walk
Sometimes I think of this friendship
Sometimes the thoughts are intense
Other times they are just a quick breeze
A forced fascination of this incredibility
That sometimes I feel and other times feel nassing
Sometimes I wonder why we are like this
It’s like we are friends and then we are not
But you always said I am one of those.
You know. The true friends?
Sometimes I wish to see you maybe before I meet the one
Yes i do believe in those ones.
I used to believe in fairy tales
Days when i thought that maybe I could cross the sea to see you
I don’t know if you think of me
My silly humor which you keep saying you love
And I don’t think I am funny
I don’t know if you think of my clumsy nature
My unending conversations
My belief that I can protect you-and you look at my short me and laugh
I just miss our friendship
Maybe you sailed to play the violin more
Maybe a laid out plan for a romantic future
Which I would love to see you in.
As a friend wishes to see those they love happy leaving and living
With that which they call a forever mate
You were true
Still are I hope. The true nature of a man never eludes to show itself
I saw that. The true nature.
Maybe you might read this
Maybe you might not
The day/month/year you will read it
Give me a call.
Just know I wish you well.
To be honest I don’t miss you as a person
I think it’s your kindness
Your dedication to do good
That is rare to find
But mostly i think it is your recent found love in Christ
That goodness. That realness that is rare in our peers of the opposite sex.
Plus I can’t remember the last time I laughed with so much heart and tears
You had a way.
You will know it is you when you read this. I know my best friend does.