..of you

I heard his heart
beat my name,
but
with the wrong spelling.

What is different this time?

What is different about Us?

We sleep like two open brackets lying on the same side. My hair is forever in your face. I push it away exasperatedly. You are gentler with it. And when it finally comes in the way of a kiss, in reckless abandon I ask you, shall I shave it all away? You smile and hold me tighter.

Your eyes are the most unreadable things I have ever turned to. May be it’s because I'm always distracted by the soft lines that form a pattern in the corners of your eyes, every time you smile. I'll learn their language some day and know all your secrets.

It is you who points out the stars in the sky and tells me their names. Sleepy eyes; they sometimes hardly register. But I know that you will be there at night tomorrow, to tell me their names all over again.

It's just strange, this feeling.
Why does it happen?
Why now?
Meant to be?
Is it?
Maybe not.
But could be.
Should it?

May be I do love you, in my own small way.
May be it usually does not work for you.
But may be it will work for you this time; WE're usually unusual.

Or may be, Love is just overrated.