Poetry Podcasts

I know we haven’t exactly met in so many years… sometimes the miles of distance between us felt like a telephone cord… and sometimes I wrote letters for you like we were living in the 70s. I never sent the letters… I just kept them sealed in a drawer. Out of sight, out of mind? Not really…

It was one of those early mornings when sun played hide and seek with the clouds. A rainy day was the last thing I wanted to welcome, I hated skipping walking by the coast in the mornings… Well how could I not hate it? It was the only time when I was all alone with my thoughts, just my thoughts…

That morning started off uneventful but ended up being one of those hightlighted days of the month. We never really plan for much when we’re busy and rushing from one miserable day to another. But this day in particular was not that miserable.

I entered a book store and heard they were reciting poetry in the afternoon. I thought it’d be a change to spend my Saturday afternoon listening to poetry… So I stuck around to attend the event.

There weren’t many people around, say maybe twenty? So the last person to volunteer to recite poetry was you… There was so much passion in your voice that I couldn’t stop myself from doing what I did next. I raised my hand and asked for you to read it again. That’s when our eyes met.

So these days your substitute is poetry podcasts at 2 AM…