Timezones

Poetry by Clauie

We were so distant. Yet, I always found myself thinking about you and it always felt like, I know you. That even if we live in different timezones–for when you wake up each morning, the greetings from the sun jumpstart your day while my day is your night, where all you can see are stars and city lights–I still feel that connection. I know somewhere in the middle, we would meet. That there is some sort of crossroad or intersection along the way. It may not be like how motion pictures do it–with all the slow motion and dramas and background music–I’m sure, we are in the moment; our own moment. And I would just love walking towards you, listen to your heart as our eyes make a pact.

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Untold Feelings

You are my favorite, the way I always loved to be in rustic places. I still think about the first time we’ve met, what you think of me when we were introduced a few years back and if you minded our age gap.

I fell in love with just the thought of you and been thinking of how you’ve been when you’re not sharing anything on social media. I always wanted to know your favorites and if we ever had the same tastes. I wondered if I will ever get to the places you’ve been because I wanted us to somehow have similarities. I write poems whenever I think of you and confess to the world how special you are and how I imagine you and me in every love story I read or every romance movie I saw.

I wonder if these feelings would ever reach you or if you happen to read any piece that I’ve written because of you. I badly wanted to know your thoughts right now, or if I ever crossed your mind. I badly wanted to hear you so loud, calling my name and speaking your heart.

Panacea

 

He is a cure. He always has a solution with the problem she has. He could make her situation lighter without even trying hard. He could turn her frown into laughter with his corny jokes. Whenever she’s tired, his arm is a place to lounge and his hands are always ready to feel her secured whenever she’s frightened. Only him can calm her down with a hug on her back when she’s angry. When she doesn’t want to walk, his back is always available. He tells her stories whenever she wants an inspiration to write a poem. He listens to her spoken words and gives her affirmations when she needs it the most. This world is troublesome; but he is her cure.