When I think about you

When I think about you

something in me wakes,

not gently, not like morning,

but like a storm that forgot

how to be quiet.

It rises from somewhere

I didn’t know had a name,

presses against my ribs

as if my heart is trying

to become a door.

And I feel everything at once,

too much, too loud,

a kind of love that doesn’t know

where to place its hands.

It gathers in my chest,

sharp, restless, unfinished,

because I cannot reach you

the way feelings expect to be reached.

I cannot touch your face

to calm it down,

cannot tuck these wild emotions

into the quiet of your skin.

So, they stay

unspent,

circling,

learning how to exist

without ever arriving.

And still,

I think about you,

as if distance

is something love might forget

if it tries hard enough.

Written by Aadhya.

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