Don't Mind

The corridors are empty,

We don't meet there anymore.

The days are long,

We don't have an excuse to talk anymore.

You remain busy with your meetings,

With a 'Thank You' here and a 'Well Done' there.

I should know, I 'sometimes' steal glances at you.

Do you mind?

Yes, you never made promises to me,

But my stupid heart and my illogical mind,

They said you were the one.

And like a ship misguided by the false set of stars,

I am now marooned in nowhere.

But in here, the moonlight is fine,

I get to pick up my pieces and put myself together.

Cracks may remain though.

Do you mind?

Hey, I have wanted to write this for a long time now,

And to stop thinking about you.

But how do I write about you without thinking?

When this poem is just one of another half a dozen waiting.

Perhaps another life, another time

We will hold hands and I will read these poems to you.

Till then, I will fill up my diary so we don't fall short.

I don't mind. Do you mind?