In a nutshell

I miss
Our random conversation

I miss
The way my name was called

I miss
The air you projected as you talked

So confident,
So sure about yourself.
Yet so gentle,
And full of warmth.

In a nutshell,
I miss you.

Photo: F. Widiyanto's clay statues exhibition "Drupadi Pandava Diva".

After a decade

Meeting you now,
Bringing memories of years past.
I dont know how,
Breathing as the minutes past.

My heart skips a beat,
As you look me in the eyes.
My cheeks start to heat,
As I lock you in my eyes.

I told myself
Be still my heart.
I then wonder
How is your heart?

*picture from Pinterest*