Pen touches paper
All I write is still your name
My heart stays the same

I like this place.
I can take three weeks
to change my age.

Happy Birthday.

Now admit it
to the poets—
who don’t really care.

A familiar longing haunts me,
for a face I've never seen,
a body I've never held
and a mind I've never known.

One, Two, Three - Strike
underneath the lies and stories
we both just wanted a hug

I am in love with tomorrow
The one where I swim oceans,
Write at a bistro in Paris,
Drown my sorrows in Bombay rains.

I have asked God for thousands of wishes,
None of them were you,
God is adamant too-
She says I’ll only grant the ones
that have no trace of you.

I jumped the gun.
Made the playlist.
Planned the vacation.
Did the work.

Might as well go alone.