Tag: i

hafsaatique:

i don’t write as much as i used to these days. my words are tired and my dreams faded, like rain swallowed whole on a dark night. i chase strangers in daydreams and fall asleep on buses with my eyes wide open, chewing gum to keep my jaw busy. i saw your hands on a stranger the other day and they were so foreign, it killed me. it killed me.

We searched for each other
in the most unlikely places,
among the most unlikely people,

and when our paths finally crossed,
it was for reasons so entangled
in our daily bread,
and the usual trespasses

that we might not even have noticed,
except for that faint quiver of wonder
like a passing chill from the night air.

We loved

and the closest we’ve come to explaining why,
is because it was you,
and because it was I.

Linda Goodman, “The Fish Meets the Water Bearer” (via oofpoetry)
Source: oofpoetry