Near at 1:27am

You thought about running into me

and I thought about

running into you

but we almost never seem to be

in the same place

at the same time 

Maybe if we think harder

it will happen

very soon 

Saturday evening before 1:27am

It’s Saturday evening
– in warm August –
and I’m looking at the sky
and I know it’s cheesy 
but I was thinking
if you were thinking
about me

like I thought about you
today 

It’s Saturday evening
and I’m watching the clouds 
and you are
200km away

but maybe you are
watching them too 

He's the 1:27 of summer

He brought me back. 

To myself. And to them.

Some people just

let you laugh and think out loud,

accept you for being the way you are. 

Thanks to them

the darkness has faded, slowly and steadily.

Thank to him

I am back.

Even if he doesn’t know it. 

Strawberry

He is sweet like my-own-garden-fresh strawberry.

I expect nothing less.

His smile tastes like summer,

all year around

in every continent. 

Romance at 1:27

I keep romanticising

my life

away

I just keep going

I just keep going – 

changing everything that holds me back

that blocks my mind

stops my heart.

I just keep changing

until I feel new

and fresh

and free.