feeling you

I feel you

At the tip of your pen
At the closing of your aperture
At the corner of your view
At the blink of your light
At the pictures that made you

I feel you

And I cannot think
of anything else but

the tip of your pen
the closing of your aperture
the corner of your view
the blink of your light
the pictures that made you

and the way you said, "siap, bu."