Day Four

I thought of skipping today,
and how many times,
I convinced myself for the same.
But I know deep inside.
Every moment I am not talking
to you I am dying in bits and bytes.
I need this more than
any one, in every way.
I need this outlet to talk,
what I keep inside, from them,
from you, from everything,
which comes in between,
ages old and moments new.
This is strange and very odd
I type and type and take a pause
for your verbal nod.
Like you are sitting
here in front of me
has been waiting
for this moment free.
Like you have spent
The day like I did.
Thinking of you,
and of desires and needs.