Dear You
Dear you,
I may not know your name, but every day my lips come closer to forming every syllable of your identity
I find myself slowly reminiscing about memories that haven’t formed,of phone calls that are yet to come, and I can’t help but think, damn, I can’t wait to love you
I can’t wait to capture candid pictures of a God in his element
Time is relative
I forget there have ever been moments we didn’t share
©hajithepoet I feel that being a poet makes you a romantic by default!
Why do we feel so intensely…? then we attempt to formulate words to express what we feel as though that will ever touch the full scope of such intensity. Do we even know what love means? How do you know it’s love if you’ve never lost it. Do you continue to stay open or close yourself to what could be the one of the most life altering experiences in your lifetime?
Life is a series of choices after all. Choose wisely. 💙
