The morning weariness had taken over,
I felt a bit of tenderness,
I felt a bit of warmth,
Awakening in my heart today,
My head, is on your thighs,
Looking for your palm,
To rub over my receded hair,
All that I had an elbow, over my head,
I spoke, but your palms,
Were taken away by the cellphone,
Attention taken away,
by other's stories and their circus.
~
I felt a bit of tenderness,
just enough to stir the tranquillity,
like the silence
that lingers after birds take flight.
I felt a bit of warmth,
fluttering near in my ribs,
like breath
remembered from a long-lost moment.
My head, heavy with the day’s beginning,
found rest upon your lap,
the soft altar
where my weariness
always came to kneel.
~
I reached, not with words,
but with the oldest instinct in me,
But, only for your palm,
to smooth over the plains
where hair once held the rain.
But instead, only your elbow
arched above like a hesitant bridge,
offering passage,
where I have gone missing !
~
Your fingers are scrolling the screen,
while shadows softened mine.
And the moment slipped,
not with anger,
only with the ache
of having been almost held.
I whispered something,
it might have been a joke,
or a sigh shaped into syllables,
but your hands
had become satellites,
orbiting the blue glow
of a screen that would never know me.
~ ©️▪️ Shafqat MH▪️©️ ~
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