the idea of you

every morning sunshine 

brings a small piece of you

to my mind and I dip it 

into my regular coffee 

to drink away my longing for you

those twilight hues remind me of 

your eyes, which peeked into my soul once 

and saw how my pain 

swallowed me in silence

Every night I stare at the 

dancing cursor on my empty message bar, 

which prompts me to text you... 

to talk to you... but I'm unable to... 

what if you typed back asking: 

sorry, who are you? 

It'd break my heart a little, you know

As I shut my eyes 

for a good night's sleep, 

I see us speaking 

those thousands of words 

which we may never speak in real life

Call me a hopeless romantic 

maybe to a fault 

but would it be too much if I say

that your smile and warm gaze 

brings my melancholic universe 

to a grinding halt

Is it you 

or the idea of you 

that's driving me crazy?

my midnight sun

you talk to me through your silences

in ways no one has ever done

for a moment I revel, thinking,

that you're my midnight sun

not that it matters to you

how much I think of 

talking to you

it's alright, I guess,

'coz I may never share 

what emotions I go through

you rattle those closed 

doors of my mental fortress

make me revisit my past

your every word tugs me 

closer to you

but I know we'll always be apart

I try to talk to you through my silences

may be in ways no one has ever done

I wish you could revel, thinking,

at least for a moment

that I may be your midnight sun