L. B. Mek

Fresh

 

This thing, overwhelming 

Taking over, everything 

 

Crazy, yesterday morning 

A world existed, fully realised

Laughter, bad days

An entirety of reality

 

Now, your name

Alone

Takes up every other

Thought 

 

Eyelashes, apparently 

Are now, something I notice

All of a sudden 

Memorising lengths and angles of curl 

Symmetry of their butterfly flutter

As serenading blinks

This

A thing, I’m obsessed with

Since a quarter to midnight 

Last night

 

As our lips, alcohol tinged

Introduced themselves 

Your eyelashes, bombarded 

My cheeks 

So now every few minutes 

I’m brushing the back of my hand

On my own face, lost to a mirage

Relieving that furnace, embrace 

 

I’m scared

I’m exhilaratingly awash with hope

I’m scared 

I’m scintillatingly amazed with life

 

I’m forgetting 

What reality felt like, before

Your smile

Became both my twilights 

Overnight

 

I’m texting, I’m on my way

 

Pensive

Till I read your reply, realising 

I has now become, our ‘we’

Since

Your text stated you’re already 

Halfway 

 

Rushing, to meet me

 

Oh dear heart, what have we began…

 

 

© L. B. Mek

February 2023