It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
You are close to my heart,
far by distance though not that far,
beautiful, elegant, intelligent and smart,
shining bright in the night as a star.
I don’t know you
but I feel like I do.
There is a strange connection
between me and you.