A love note to myself
When am engulfed, in unsolicited storms
I write a few lines about the weather, to start on a good note
Don’t really know the person
The stranger, that I will be
A stranger, I haven’t met yet
What would I look like?
A few more freckles, frowns of missing a book or two, borrowed from my library ?
I think about the love, I crave for unfathomable
My wish to wake up
Next to you, every morning
Your breath, warm against my skin
Your fingers curled up against my nape
Your scent, buried within fragments of my soul
My thoughts, entwined with your troubles
Pledges of ever afters, whispered, In pure ecstasy
But, I know, love seldom lingers that long
This love note, scribbled in too much hurry
Hidden next to my pillow, waiting to be found, the day love or a notion of it,
Walks out and glacial winds kiss, the tepid waters of memory
-Rianka Bose Saha
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