Musings

She lay next to him Their naked bodies touching accidently Everytime he moved unconsciously. She lay next to him The smell of the cigarrete smoke Filling her hair. She lay next to him Reading Neruda and his boisterous adventures Of love and other things, Feeling his warm breath on her Smelling the faint musky smell Of his perfume. And then, When she heard his slight rhythmic snores She looked at his face, the scar on his eyebrow The little black mole beneath his lips And she imagined his voice and his laugh. She took a long puff From the almost burned out cigarette And then, slowly, careful not to wake him up She turned in his arms To face the other side. She lay quitely next to him And heard his rhythmic snores And felt his warm, beautiful breathe on her And she finallly sobbed her heart out Thinking about the many unfulfilled loves And the many lost dreams. She sobbed Thinking of his beautiful eyes and the way he kissed. Originally written on ...

I keep waiting For a breeze To bring your scents Closer to me. I've been waiting For long For long. I almost forget Your face And your smile I almost forget Your scent. I keep praying For the tides To bring you Back to me But I fear That when you finally come I will be no longer me And you, Well, you would be no longer you. All that'd remain Would be a memory Of you, of me and of us All that'd remain Would be a memory For I would have forgotten you You would have forgotten me And when we cross paths, I might smile at you And you might say "I think I know that girl". And the memory Like a deja vu Would haunt us Without you remembering me Without me remembering you. If I were to forget you If I were to be lost in your memory Would your scent remind me of you? Would my eyes remind you of me? Would our dreams remind us of us?

You laugh at the random scribbles I have made in the backside of my notebook Not sarcastically or mockingly - But you laugh genuinely. And when I look at you With playful annoyance, You hold me in your arms and kiss my neck. I just love how you see things, you say. And I believe you, for that is what I do. The next time we fought, You called me a feminist And mocked me with nasty words. You told me I was not normal And that everything I write, echoes my insecurity. You will not be tied down by my madness, you said. In the dim lit room, When we lay under the sheets You looked at me - A smile hidden behind tears And a love, hidden behind lust. You traced my tattoo with your fingers, Kissed me on my stomach, And told me just how glad you were To be there - At that time, in that moment. And I believe you, for your words are all that I want to hear. Do you believe me now, you ask Pointing at the ring you put on my finger I smile, for I don't really know ...