Poem – Kohled :

I look at your phone number
Kohled onto my arm
And ready to be used.
But obviously, my usual self doubt hits
And I wonder if I am going too fast
Thinking of you an hour after we danced to that song,
Will that be ‘our song’ now?
I scribble your number into my favourite notebook,
Maybe I will use it tomorrow.
I lay down, not washing my arm
Not forgetting your face.


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