It was a late night in summer,
We’d barely spoken two words before,
But we stayed up even later, talking.
I knew it was past your bedtime,
But I secretly wished we talked some more.
And from what I could tell, so did you.
True, we don’t talk a lot
Only because we don’t get to.
But our conversations tell me enough.
I see it in the way you
Subtly try to get know me better;
So coy, it makes me blush.
Our conversations are like letters—
We patiently wait for each other,
Sometimes, much longer.
But every word from you is such a rush
And you know exactly what to say,
So we wait, just a little longer.
My love, ’tis summer again,
And I yearn for our conversations so.
We’ll talk about the stars and the sun,
And everything that lies beneath.
We’ll even talk about this thing between us,
You just have to say the word.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.