Chatting

Like the railway tracks 
running parallel to each other

kissing one moment

and missing the next

we wait on the other side -

missing and reminiscing -

for the green dot

for the drop sound

for the blinking light

You Are.

You are a recurring taste in my mouth

A song playing in loop in my head

A rhythmic beating in my heart

You are bright blue in my dreams

A rising moon in my starless sky

A vision in my waking hours

You are the dreams of my past

A momentous relief of my life

A storm in the pits of my stomach

You are an ache unexplained

A mark of words unremembered

And of thoughts unthought.