Sometimes I stop myself from punctuating your name with endearments
Because love is sometimes a game of hide and seek
But I catch myself whispering your name to myself as I lay in wait.
Sometimes I feel your body next to mine when I sleep
But I realize it’s a only a figment of my imagination
So much so, I have no dreams of you for I feel reality is much better than fantasy.
Sometimes I see your eyes in my handwriting
And I’m steady smiling back at scribbles on paper
But maybe it’s because I continually unconsciously write your name.
Sometimes your voice walks the hallways connecting my ears
And naturally I’m only in tune to the melodies in your enunciation
Thus, my heart dances subtly when you speak.
– Smyekh David-West.