i want a cryptic way to
tell you that i
miss you today. i want a way for you
to know that a sentence
i read triggered
emotions that taste like whiskey,
cigarettes, the smell of raat ki rani
in October (a foreboding of winter,
cocoa, blankets and naphthalene balls).
i want to ask you if that isn’t
poetry in general?
anecdotes hidden between words,
jokes only i laugh at.
breaks and poetic
time that only make sense
if you’re listening to the song
you asked me to listen to