REALISM

There was this feeling of longingness.
For a single moment we were face-to-face.
His profile, I stared at it.
As I close my eyes, I see him.
His hair, his forehead, his brows, oh, his lovely eyes!
Down, I can still picture the bridge of his nose that inhales my exhaling air.
His lip, makes me want to reach for it.
In no particular reason, I was magnetified.
Inches became smaller, everything’s even closer, closest.
Collision, then there was an outburst.
It was not hurting.
It was breathtaking yet relieving.
Silence was never deadly, heart pounding actually.
I am in love.
Deeply.


PostScript: Realism is easier with closed eyes, open heart and mind.

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