The idea of you

By Shraddha in Poetry
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every morning sunshine 

brings a small piece of you

to my mind and I dip it 

into my regular coffee 

to drink away my longing for you

those twilight hues remind me of 

your eyes, which peeked into my soul once and saw how my pain 

swallowed me in silence

Every night I stare at the 

dancing cursor on my empty message bar, 

which prompts me to text you... 

to talk to you... but I'm unable to... 

what if you typed back asking: 

sorry, who are you? 

It'd break my heart a little, you know

As I shut my eyes 

for a good night's sleep, 

I see us speaking 

those thousands of words 

which we may never speak in real life

Call me a hopeless romantic 

maybe to a fault 

but would it be too much if I say

that your smile and warm gaze 

brings my melancholic universe 

to a grinding halt

Is it you 

or the idea of you 

that's driving me crazy?

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