Date: 24-09-2016
fleeting Lifetimes
he sits behind me
inches away
close enough for me to make out his laughter
something in between a giggle and whisper
that brings a smile to my face
pulls my lips into this lingering touch of
something great
and when he drums his pen on the desk
conducting a symphony of taps
my heart beats faster
to keep up with the music
only i can hear
and sometimes
he'd put his head down
and close the sparkles in his eyes
and i would lean back
just a little
to capture his soft breaths
just enough
to break the universe between us
and simply exist
in one
Quiet
fragment of forever.
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Poetry/twenty sixteen : a poetry collection/ A poem, a day. Can't be that hard, right? One of my New Year's Resolutions this year is get back into poetry and explore new styles. This is my attempt at doing just that. This collection will be a mixture of d...
