It has been a while
that I have heard from you last.
In windy space
I can still feel the soft glow of your face.
How have you been my dear?
The sentence that screens through my mind.
My heart beats faster and harder
each time you graze through my veins that's lined.
Day in and day out,
I go about my rountine
Somehow through the fuzz,
I envision your name.
And when that happens,
everything in motion stops in place.
A special feeling that I cannot explain.
So the next time
when you cross my mind
leaving your prints that sinks so deep...
I will call out your name
through a line that rings a slip....
A slip of message.
To whisper you why,
And listen closely my dear.
Is that I miss you
and because you are worth a try.