Thursday, May 8, 2014

Where are you hiding?

Perhaps in the ankle bells that I refuse to wear nowadays
Perhaps in the half finished painting of our old block
Perhaps in the unsaid words when your eyes met my glance
Perhaps in the old clothes that stay untouched
Perhaps in the unreturned flight
Perhaps in the deleted song of a movie
Perhaps in the pages of a book which did not qualify to make it to the movie
Perhaps in my unwritten words of a poem
Perhaps under the carpet which I failed to dust
Perhaps in my draft folder of my message list
Perhaps you are there somewhere
And I wish that somewhere is heaven

As I close my eyes forever to see you there