She thought she’d call him or text him

Daydreaming, she looks at her phone

Waiting for that name to flash

Maybe he misses, maybe he is busy

Or maybe she cannot guess

He is too far away like the moon

She romances with the breeze

The moon, the trees, the wind

The drifting leaves talk and assure her

Her footsteps reply to them

This romance could be enough

The lust with which she sees the trees

And blushes when the wind kisses her eyes

Or the goosebumps she feels

When wind rubs her top on her skin

She gives in to this moment and forgets him

Cheats on him as her phone lies beside her

Maybe that’s what time and space needs

Cheats herself & makes love to emptiness

Namita Satija

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