Soliloquy

It seems oddly funny to me
That I can love you only at 3 AM
When the roads are quiet
When the birds have gone to sleep
When silence envelopes the streets
I find it easier to love you at this time
When you’re mildly asleep on the couch
And turned away from me and all animosities

When our arguments have shut up shop
And gone into hiding themselves
Seeking an end from this impenetrable,
Endless quest of going back-and-forth
More back than forth
So it’s not strange that
I find the courage to feel vulnerable
Only when you are not looking.

Note: This is the hundredth poem that I have written and one which marks the beginning of my new collection ‘Mountains Between Us.’ It has been a fantastic journey and I am blessed to have received love and acceptance from you guys. A hundred is a huge number, inscrutable yet not insurmountable, so this is just a milestone in my pursuit.