memories – My letters

If only I could be your favourite song
and haunt you every now and then 
when you are in your office meetings
and I start playing in your head.
And during your lunch break 
when you are standing in the queue
I creep back within your thoughts 
as you tap your left foot, 
but you stop abruptly
And you smile awkwardly to people 
who have never danced before.

And when you reach home 
you throw your bags and shoes 
and from that dusty rack of memories
take my tape out and quickly hit play.  
And dance the whole evening
with a pillow as big as me
And I would watch you smile and cry
as you sing my lines with a cracked voice. 

If only...

If only I could be there to dance with you, 
If only I could come back from the other side even for a minute or two. 

If only I could be your favorite song,
you would remember me forever,
wouldn't you?

2 am,
memories of you coincide with the
ticks of the second hand,
cross-legged on my sofa bed,
I can feel the fantasies play over my head
As the dim table lamp flickers,
trying to convey a message in codes
I couldn’t understand.

The breeze outside moves like waves,
hitting and missing my skin as it sways,
The sparrows lay quiet, the stray dogs tired,
the clouds tiptoe with no slippers on,
like a thief that has retired.

And the gentle moon abide,
let the clouds steal all of her bright.
A soft lightning illuminates the night sky,
a silent thunder sparks far from my sight.

I have been dedicating my 2 ams in your memories, darling.
And the 2 ams have been dedicating it’s tranquility to me in return.