Dear bub,
Hope you are sleeping well, and not worrying about your woes,
I cannot see you..
Through this choking smoke, smothering dust, and your closed windows,
It's been a while since you've seen me too..
Yesterday, when you stumbled out of the party, at midnight,
I saw you, with her, some girl you had just met.
I thought you'd come out to have me in your sight,
But, you just wanted to have a cigarette.
I was hoping you'd look up,
But you were staring at her face..
And then you said "Yupp,"
When she asked, "Let's go back to my place?"
I couldn't see you after you entered her building,
Then saw you open the window of her studio apartment..
You were playing with your hoop earring,
Until she stroked your neck and whispered, "it's a beautiful moment."
She whispered something, and you turned your back to the window..
I could only see your straightened hair and the left out wavy tress,
As she inched closer to you, on her tiptoe..
And then you closed the window, as she began to undress.
I didn't see you after that.. you must have woken up late,
Hope she fed you well, not just an espresso for breakfast!
Did you ask if she likes the rap music that you hate?
Did you tell her that she was your first?
Never mind, please talk to me like you used to when you couldn't sleep..
Because now, you are too exhausted for insomnia.
And if you are up all night, you spend it reading about the girl with the oxygen concentrator named Philip.
It's late, you should sleep. Have a good night Mija.
Yours Forever,
Selene.
Poetry with a sword 