Talking Again
“We started talking again,
That afternoon when I couldn’t resist
And sent her a text.
I had been scrolling through her profile,
Because how could I not?
She’s the reason behind my smile,
Even when there’s distance between us.
I miss her, constantly.
It’s not just in the daylight,
Even when I close my eyes,
Her face appears—
So vivid, so real,
I can’t tell where dreams end
And memories begin.
When I talk to her,
Everything feels right.
I get lost in the calm of her voice,
And in those moments,
I wish I could turn back time
And relive it all.
But even now,
As we talk,
She’s not mine.
And when she shares pieces of her day,
Ordinary stories seem to bloom,
Because her words make everything
So beautifully interesting.
Yet beneath it all,
There’s a quiet ache,
A longing for something more—
To call her mine,
Not just in conversations,
But in every unspoken moment in between.”