LAST TIME I KISSED YOU
The last time I kissed you,
You said, "we will meet again" , I said, "Okay"
then you said "did you see the news", I said "yes",
we tried to seek comfort, in the silence.
Since then, I kept my door open,
in hope of seeing you again,
we promised to not let fear through our doorstep,
though we held fear in our arms as we slept.
I though to myself,
longing was just a word and
distance a vague concept out of my reach,
I have come to know,
longing may have been more than just a word,
grasping the concept of distance from texts.
You saw the news, calling me in distress,
I said "I stopped believing in the news since I've met you",
You said it made you smile, I believed.
The last time I had kissed you, I had not known,
it would be so long till I kiss you again,
I wish I had closed my eyes longer and held your waist tighter,
I though the street of our kisses will always be busy,
but, I've never seen a street this empty.
So,till I kiss you again,
I will not believe in the news,
I will sleep longing to the memory of your hair on my face,
and I will continue to believe, longing is just another word,
that I not know the meaning to.