It’s one at night.
Me, trying to sleep tight.
The enemy of my sleep,
My phone beeped.
A message saying hey
And, I resisted being my phone’s prey.
So I turned off the net
And, saved my pillow from being wet.
The clock struck 2.
I think my sleep caught a flu.
This time my phone ringed,
And I cringed.
But as I was wide awake,
I picked it up with a quake.
An unfamiliar voice greeted me with “Hello”;
“I know you’re feeling low”.
I was dumbstruck by his words.
Damn, he was good with his cards.
A boy who was just a text buddy,
Was surely having me as a subject of study.
I was a bit uncomfortable at first,
Because I knew I was shedding my crust.
A girl who hates phone call,
Was surely trying hard not to fall.
He made me laugh like I’ve never before,
Clenching my stomach I fell to the floor.
Like a burnt child dreads the fire,
In the same way I was afraid of liars.
The clock struck six in no time,
Being awake this late was for him a crime.
That night did something to us.
We got naked but not that of lust.
But our souls found each other,
Like a walk we had to remember.
Something changed in me after that call.
My fears, insecurities wasn’t taking on me a toll.
Yes, I really did fall for him hard,
Well, I guess, I knew it from the start.