Breathless

You are a good book I can’t put down yet

A good book isn’t always perfect

There will always be a better book

Waiting for me at the end

Those books aren’t meant for everyone

But for some reason you want to read them

But if you cheat and never finish,

the other will never be as good

An unfinished ending leads us nowhere

It leads us to return because we crave the end

We crave to know if indeed the good book,

ended in a way that would have left us breathless

And you indeed have left me breathless

But it’s too late,

someone has already picked you up

and has decided not to let you go

and no matter how many copies I read

they will never be exactly,

like the first one I held.

Depiction

I wonder if he wears slippers around the house

Or what drink he always orders at restaurants

Or what his last thoughts are before his eyes close for the night

I wonder what his hair smells like

Or what his skin feels like

Or why he got each of the inked marks on his skin

I wonder if he prefers texting or calling

Or if his mother sang him lullabies when he was a child

Or what he feels when he hears the rain falling

But, I’m never going to know what it’s like,

to feel his skin pressed against mine,

or know what he likes in his coffee,

or even if he likes coffee

And I wonder why I love stranger with all my heart

And why someone who doesn’t even know my name,

means more to me,

than I mean to myself.