Micro-Tales #1 Sweet Lips

Sweet Lips

-By Rithika Anand 

As I lay in bed tonight,

I imagine you, miles away.

With that cute sleepy smile of yours,

The messy hair, that could never be tamed.

I imagine you, sleeping like a baby,

Under the comfort of the sheets, that we

Handpicked. Together.

I imagine the room to be cold,but 

Not too cold. Just the way you like it.

I imagine you must be tired,

From working all day,

And frustrated by the Devil,that your boss is. 

I imagine, you must have had,

Your Friday-special pizza,

With the crumbs untouched,

Lying in kitchen. Open.Again. 

I imagine that you are dreaming,

Vivid and in Colour,

 Crazy and Creative,

Interesting and Intuitive,

Just the way you describe in the mornings. 

I imagine our dog,chipping away the sofa,

As one of his night endeavours,

Just the way I left him.

As I lay in bed tonight,

             Sleepless and crying...

I imagine you, miles away

            Sleeping like a baby,

With her hands all over you,

            her perfect chin on your chest,

Listening to the heartbeat, 

            that used to be my lullaby...

I imagine you, so in love with her,

       Starting a life together.....

I imagine you, slowly forgetting me,

With every passing day,our memories to dust. 

I lay in bed tonight, 

Sleepless and in love. 

And you lay in bed,

Sleeping and in love.

Copyrighted by Rithika Anand