and I still love you, too; pt. 2

pt. 1

back again under  
tangled telephone lines 
sweet dusks and wide skies  
 
but in the quiet moments between  
loud laughter and 
the last burst of daylight’s colours 
just before nightfall – 
I wish you were here 

17, now. – you make me feel so

in the midst of it all
the loose leaf pages, flutter-by deadlines,
chatter of bilingual tongues,
and a sinking feeling so noiseless yet so persistent and
overwhelming loud –
i focus on you –
waves of clamour and chaos crash
to a slow, steady heartbeat, then:
silence.

a soft smile.