Written by Jacob Ibrag
Not an inkling of my vessel cares about you. We coexist, consuming
the same air. That’s the extent of our relationship. We’d see each other in
reunions, painting on fake smiles, hellos and goodbyes. Last night, you
wandered into my dream. Uninvited. Your eyes took over and I was trapped
in those dimples. Did you always have those? You walked closer to me and
asked why I’ve always avoided conversation. ‘I don’t know,’ I replied. Lies.
It’s the way you carry yourself. Brighter than the morning sun. Overwhelming.
I woke up frustrated, forever wanting a few more minutes to be in
your presence. Till next year, or next second. Facebook
notification. Friend request pending. Accept.
I would have enjoyed that more had you left it pending/open, leaving it up to us or leave us hanging. But, it is your poem lol. Nice write!
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Thanks haha
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