It’s no use. Every book I read, HE is there. Every instance in every sentence makes me think of him.
Poem for the boy I like on facebook
There are no walls without you,
no need for letters,
no need for words.
I don’t want to see a single letter
Unless it came from you.
But how to keep it?
How to keep
that fleeting black and white,
that flickering curséd cursor,
that fatuous anticipation,
that instant gratification?
There is no wit without you,
no need for trying hard,
no need for trying at all.
Why don’t you say something?
Why don’t you
