I still dream of
Those late night walks to
Nowhere in particular –
Having the darkness wrapped
Around me like a veil
While I morphed into new identities,
With the music on full blast.

Of those rainy afternoons when
We just poured our hearts endlessly
On the phone –
When you taught me that
We were all connected in some way
Through these emotions and
The raging need to
Find a voice in a world that
Constantly strives to repress us
Into lesser and brittle versions
Of ourselves –
When I first learned
That it was okay to let go.

Of our sweaty hands exploring each other
Underneath the sheets
And the way your eyes widened
With terror, ecstasy and
Hesitation
When I first muttered the words
"I love you".
We still weren't allowed
To hold hands then.

I dream of nights like this,
When I'm safely tucked away
From all the meaningless chaos
That thrives outside
And I'm fully in tune with
The silent clamouring
While my heart bursts into streams of
Overflowing poetry.