I may not see you or touch you
We may not cuddle nor kiss
We may skip days without texting
I may not be your country woman
You may not share the same culture with me

But I see you in my dreams every night
I think of you every second of my life
I miss you when you`re not around
I cry when you play silly games with me
But I smile whenever I see your text

I get jealous of you sometimes
But they say “there is no true love without invidious situations”
I love writing but I adore you
If given one wish
I would simple say “take me to his arm”
This is not a poetry neither am I a poet
Just a piece of reminder that someone somewhere
is thinking of you.
Dedicated to Buchi.