Love, I miss our late night conversations.
Where they’d go?
I’m always in the mood of waiting
Everynight, every now and then.
Hoping I can hear the sound of your keypad
or your thumb
trying to read and replying all the messages I sent.
But no, I could only hear your sweet snores while sleeping
And me, here always in vain
do the waiting.
Wanted you to miss me,
To long for me,
And to keep your tired eyes open.
How sweet the melody of your snores
Like all the messages you ignore.
How can you sleep tight
without you saying good night?
Did you wish sweet dreams?
Or I was just day-dreaming?
How fancy the words, “chat later”
And how you mean it after
the rain stops,
the night gets cold,
or tomorrow, the next days.
I get to sleep without a hold
of you who’s tired and ragged.
You got me to drag
your timid, solemn and sweet sleep.
You dream of me writing a poem
Then you woke up, read it and realized
You are not dreaming
Because I am here actually waiting.