IMY

 I miss you. I miss the time we spent together, at night under the sky. In front of the cafe we used to visit once in a month. Talking about random things. Especially the impossibility of us. 

I miss you. I miss the hand in hand strolling along the street from my office to the train station after office hour. Your hand stroke along my hair gently. The soft taps on my back, and warm hug on my shoulder. I miss the way we walked the path. No rush, just a slow step. Like a baby learns to count. One, two, three.

Na, 31082020

I Can Wait

I can wait for you. Till you say stop.

I will bring you in my heart, keep you safe down inside. Until you say enough.

I will wait. Hours. Days. Months. Years. Decades. Until you say stop.

It's Okay

There are these words I want to hear from you, while you hug me, while you run your fingers on my hair.

"It's okay, don't worry. All are getting better."

"Take a rest if needed. Take times for yourself. Everything is gonna be just fine."

Is it okay, to rest my head on your cest? For a while, for a while.