Poetry Talk

New post from Umm

When Brown Eyes Meet

Strange how strangers Become our greatest changers

Listening once made me want to listen forever.

That a new name in my phone would matter this much,

I would have thought never.

For the laughter he brought, I missed him even when he was around.

The world seems colourless, before his eyes they're lovely brown.

He made me want to talk, he heard what I never said.

He smiled at me in ways I cannot forget.

I sit texting him in the same place where I first thought about him. Against this joyless distance, I am still hoping.