Hamsters Letter - 2

My Dearest Hamster,

I hope you haven't grown tired of my letters? 

I know I write too often, but your absence has created a hole these words only attempt to fill.

Is your memory of me as vivid as the one I have of you?

Or have I become a part of the past that will never be remembered?

Forgive me for acting like a child, but emotions such as these have a way of rolling back the years.

I am lonely only for you.

I had a dream last night, as real as the both of us, in which I felt the strands of your hair caress my cheeks.

And goosebumps plagued my skin when we touched.

I woke up to find your side of the bed warm, as though you just left.

Did you pay me a visit during the night?

Why didn't you stay till I woke my dear?

Or has your absence finally driven me mad?

My prayers are filled with mentions of your name.

All I know is you.

All I want is you.

All I'll ever want is you.

Yours always,

Ade.

Hamsters Letter

Hey Hamster,

As always I miss you terribly, yet you seem so present in my life. 

Your memory so vivid, it is as though you are right here in front of me.

I close my eyes and your beauty still radiates so bright.

Only to open my eyes wide, and realise you're still oceans away. 

Our timing is poor.

We never get it right. 

But I'm still here, as blind in optimism as I was when all I knew of you was your voice. 

I can not wait till the hands of the clock are just right for us, and the space between us evaporates.

When that moment comes, just let me hold you.

Let my arms serve as both comfort and shelter.

Always run into them, as I as well will always find refuges in yours.

My eagerness for all our plans to come to light can not be contained.

I am sat here, on my own, my grin as wide as the earth, and as bright as the stars, all for, and because of you.

I will keep a watchful eye on the horizon my dear.

Still waiting here in agony.

Yours always,

Ade.

The Elevator Relationship

In a block of apartments on different floors.

Thin walls and doors,

That's all that deprecates us.

She's stolen my heart and she doesn't know it.

Never said a single word to one another,

But hours we've spent with each-other.

I recognise her scent from a mile off.

The elevator bell rings,

Times up!

I curse under my breath as she leaves.

Another chance lost, and I lie to myself that tomorrow will be the day I speak to her,

Like I always do.

I walk to my floor, calling myself a coward with every step,

Then she creeps into my mind as I lay in my bed.

Alarm rings,

Rays if sun pierce through.

I roll over, get some music playing,

And I say to myself, "Today is it!".

I'll speak,

I'll say something,

And hopefully have her curve get lips to respond.

Have her speak to me and bless my ears.

With music that is her voice.

So I head out, confident, 

Kiss to the heavens for luck.

I get to the lift, bell rings, she's in there for me to get on.

Skin radiant as the sun,

Scent of vanilla.

My mouth watering,

I stand beside her, our eyes meet and I crack a smile.

The doors close.

The awkward silence fills the air,

It gets caught in my lungs.

The lift stops "Ground floor".

Her phone rings, I hear my song.

I make up my mind I'll do it when we get back,

She's leaving.

I'm about to walk out,

She turns around,

"Hey Ade, want to hang out?"

The elevator relationship