Last time we met on a train, a sweet and silent conversation, there's not much to say our conversation took a break, we became 'someone', night and days apart, we lived our lives a text in the mid of the night unlocked the feeling I had kept aside, soon I became a shoulder to someone two years and twenty days, we are meeting again, nervous and excited, what if things don't go the way I have planned rummaging my almirah filled with clothes I have barely worn, I choose comfort over the brand new dress, iron the shirt I lately wore 'a song of Achilles' in my hand, and altogether a different song in my head, counting the stations, I reach at the destination He saw me and I haven't maybe I don't try to, my anxiety has taken over because he knows I like him wearing a white t-shirt and blue ripped jeans, he seems like the one from "call me maybe", the brand new dress would have been the best a scar on his nose, wonder what story it has in store, carpe diem tattooed on his right arm, I wonder how much warmth those hands carry we stand closer, but less closer than we virtually are, like the last meeting it is hard to catch his eyes at the café, we finally take off our masks this face, has been the reason why sometimes I have smiled at the screen the dark circles under his eyes have a story of their own, of sleepless nights and more his lips, curved, full and sugary, how would I feel if I was a bee? he opens his lips and so do I, we talk life, career and job, have a lot in my head but the words couldn't find their way out they push me and I push them but none of us succeed, the best is to hear him telling his dreams his voice, silvery and quiet, he sounds as if a calm sea flows in him but even the calmest of sea has raging waves sleeping within his head bent over his phone I look at him, without touching, I can feel his gentle skin my head says he is the one but my heart says he belongs to someone, as calm as I may seem, there is a storm raging in me If he is a calm sea, I am the sleeping raging waves in him
