Author: _Occultatum_

It’s been
quite many quieter nights, for
good many weeks now
and still here I am
somehow,
scribbling your name
on yet another page
and
looking for you
in yet another lane.
It’s been
quite many
quieter times
for great many
days and weeks and years, now.
And because here I am
I know now, sometimes
you just can’t
unlove some people, somehow.

© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com

Here,
miles away yet
leering over
the same sea
the same sun,
waiting for it to set.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
a little sand on your face
a little on your hands, while
mine is
still clear
mine are
still empty.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
a letter
sent out in a bottle
by dint of the sea.
Here,
I’m waiting,
for it is yet to
be answered
or perhaps,
for it is yet to
be uncovered.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
one letter
another text
a second month
one more smile
is missed.
Are we too far?
I’d say.

© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com

I fear the day when,
once for all
you’ll see
what I have been
trying to hide,
all along.
All of it,
once and for all.

© 2019 _occultatum_ blogunseen.com