You… are you alright?
No smile on your lips,
How is your day passing?
Do you ever wonder what poems
I write when you’re away,
Even if I never share them anywhere,
Out of fear… of what?

But ****… fear of what?
Tell me karma isn’t peeking through the window…
Don’t you feel it?
Smoke slipping through the walls,
Air curling into fingers,
Open field… storm above, or just a vivid imagination?

You, my love…
No matter how deeply I hide you,
Beyond heart,
Reason,
Pride—
How could you believe
My poems
Have already forgotten you?