Dreaming of …

I dream to be the loved one

In those stories you write in solitude.

I dream to be the companion you long for

Under your umbrella, in the rains unexpected.

I dream that I could frequent and be welcomed

In your secret rendezvous at all times.

I dream that you would insist to be the first reader

For all those silly, broken words I scribble.

Even on those unhappening eventides.

I wish you to sit beside me just like that.

I wish you would invite me to walk with you

With fingers interlaced,on the early daybreaks.

I wish you had a space exclusive in your heart

For keeping our little secrets.

I wish to be there on your reclusive odysseys

Staying in your thoughts day and night.

My daydreams are going on everstretching,

But, now there is no more time for longing,

Not much time to dream anymore.

But, still I wish you had loved me,

The way I love you.

©️Prathibha Panicker