These Words...

Waking before the sun everyday

For I have a stronger reason to live. To stay.

After I look at myself smile in the mirror

I march towards my laptop like a programmed robot. No error.

That’s why I wake up,

To find your mail on my desktop.

Reading and rereading how you know me best

While I type a reply, ignoring the uncertainty and the rest.

Oh, how these mere texts make me feel, so ecstatic and loved!

Making me long for your touch. I am moved.

These words, they laugh, they dance, they sing,

Soothe, pierce, burn and sting!

I will never ask to have a look at your face

For these words of yours put everything in place.

But my wandering heart is lost in your soul,

So pure and cleansing, yet so raven like coal.

I find myself wishing the screen between us is broken,

The only barrier but the only bridge holding us, like a token.

When will I get to touch you, feel you?

Find the strength, find a paper or two.

Shut down the computer and let the keyboard rest

For you will now let the ink do its best.

Holding the fragile paper as I sink into your soul,

I will wait for the day when all that there is will be us and us will be all.