Let nature be the witness of your sadness

let it hold your weight. 

Let the colours of the autumn leaves

reflect the colours of your sorrow,

and yet, as they fall, relieve,

heal and lighten. 

Let the dragonfly remind you

that nothing is eternal – 

not a season, not a leaf,

not a sorrow. 

Let it land on your forehead,

like it has never happened before,

and let it fly away with a basket full 

of heavy burdens

that are no longer yours. 

And then I meet you,

fingers moving 

on some type of a keyboard.

Click click click, faster and faster.

My Apple Watch says:

You heart rate is high,

Faster, faster and faster.

As you click-click back at me.

25 hours pass, full of clicking,

but then it stops, my

Apple Watch doesn’t warn me

of anything.

It didn’t  warn me that you would 

disappear.

I wish I could stay in bed longer,

listen to the rain. 

He thought. 

I wish he could stay in bed longer,

listen to my song. 

The rain thought, and blushed –

pink and purple colours through the clouds. 

I feel like that bee, 

in the train car,

flying back and forth 

pursuing the comfort of a warm flowery bed

with tiny pollen particles sticking to my feet

as fluffy slippers at home

and a sweet nectar to soothe my thirst. 

But the the only flower

is the one on that lady’s blouse

the rest is metal, cloth and plastic. 

The bee finds a tiny crack

in the car lights and sneaks inside

warm and away from the clanking noise. 

I think sometimes there are multitudes of elements at play in two people meeting, 

I think sometimes things don’t happen for no good reason at all, 

sometimes we are flying so fast towards each other 

that we miss each other

(like two space bodies who fail

to catch each other’s gravitation field),

sometimes our subconsciousness is at work

processing new words and new feelings, 

and I think sometimes that’s just a part of 

being a member of the human civilisation in 2025. 

Not sure if it was timing 

or 

anything else, but I know 

You will thrive.

Ride your wave, look up ahead –

Fly

Because you were too shy to say hello 

when you saw me in the train,

you started drawing me in your notepad,

as if to greet me. 

Our train passed by this big, grey block of flats

and through the window I glimpsed a couple

dancing in their kitchen. 

There was so much warmth there,

and warmth here too,

little human hearts surviving

this cold and wicked January.

Hey my trip was good

Fast

lol

Yes I’m back

I seem to misunderstand 

why does your voice say

words so different

than your whisper. 

I want you to shush

and drown me in your breath. 

Hi William,

I ran out of paper

writing drafts of my letter to you,

so

I hope you don’t mind,

that I am texting you instead. 

The colour of your hair gives me goosebumps. 

It shows me the future, a time

when I run my fingers through it, 

my hand disappearing in streams of hair.

I cut a lock of my plain hair,

I tie it around your finger as a promise

that my strength will be yours,

I will be yours.

The colour of your hair shines

as I make my promise.