A Fortnight

you made silent nights more

memorable with

your loud mind 

and taught me how

to see the floating

clouds in different shapes

in broad daylight.

pardon me if this isn't two-way

but good night wishes seems

to be a routine

even if my eyes pull the blanket

early

but waking up to one

makes me feel complete.

my stories are boring

but i am impressed

on how someone can

pay attention and

ask further questions

i am not being a sly

but you just jumped

from a cliff to my

deep rantings,

be prepared to drown.

-like i'm always ready to sink into yours.

we travel into each other's dreams

flying like broke wanderlusts

hoping to witness the sunrise

that we always wanted to see

when we become conscious

from the tickling sand

or our feet hanging 

meters above sea level

and embrace our shadows

as it sets goodbye

-but we won't.

we keep our inner vows sacred

and we don't need assurance to

ensure that we are each other's

backbones

be free to run

and take what is yours

you'll have cuts

you'll feel the pain of sore bruises

you might be empty in a crowd

no matter what will it be,

and what it will be next,

just look at the sea,

and i'll be there.