Another Kasi poem. <3

[lunesque]

I often find myself sitting here in this empty room after midnight
where everything is still and silent but the sound
of my fingers typing on a keyboard.
(I miss the act of writing on paper, with my pen between my fingers,
watching the swirl of ink on the page
and remembering what it felt like to create something beautiful.
Now there is simply the sound of machine gun rapping
trying to write at the speed of my thoughts
but I always miss the important words…
and then, my thoughts were never that important to begin with.)

But I doubt you’re reading this
To discover the doubts and the fears and the melancholy wanderings
Of a girl who has not yet grown up
And there are worse things than endings.

If you were to ask me why I think of you at times like this,
I could not tell you.
All I know is that I do
and I would say that you’re haunting me
except for the striking fact that you are no ghost
and I am the one fading away.