Darling, do you know what
I miss the most?
The kinds that turn midday to dusk.
Sitting in my hostel room
Looking out the window
Straining to recognize the landscape
Familiar, but rendered strange
By the incessant rain, lightning, thunder…
It felt like time had ceased to run out.
I wanted it to last forever
And simultaneously wanted it to stop.
That feeling of wanting and not wanting
At the same time…
You, darling, make me feel the
Exact same way… Darling…
Do you know what I miss the most?