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In the quite, You stayed
In English, we say:
"I can't stop thinking about you."
But in poetry, we say:
I know we just met,
but I couldn't sleep last night—
your voice played on repeat in the quiet corners of my mind.
This morning, I kept wondering...
how it feels when someone runs their fingers through your hair,
how your heart responds to a touch that speaks without words.
What do you grab to eat when you're rushing out the door?
How do you look with sleep in your eyes and your hair in beautiful disarray?
I know it's too soon,
but I don’t want to let you drift away.
I know we just met, but last night you kept me awake ----
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Dipanwita Dey
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