spwm 2k17: brownie points (only) for people who will just read the poem, appreciate it as a poem, and don’t ask any other questions kthxbye.
I always set my clock 14 hours earlier,
to catch the sunrise with you
in all its 400 lux glory
even as the moon yawns awake over here.
I sometimes forget that you don’t speak in Celsius;
so when I groan and gripe about the sweltering heat here I wonder,
do you feel the careful press of the tropical sun against your back
or is it only the brisk mountain air that runs through your hair?
You don’t say anything about my spelling but
I know you still leave the “u” out of “favourite”
while I keep u in 264KB in my Google Drive
because backing up messages over messenger is a pain in the ass.
Yet, how can this be enough
when there is still 14,550km between us
and then some
in your infrequent replies;
I have to hunch over my phone screen to count
the decibels in your sometime silences,
recreate the exact wavelength of your voice,
piece together the skyline of your jaw
from a single grainy photo on my Samsung S4.
But then, every once in a while,
I get to see you smile into your webcam,
and all 2 megapixels of it will have to be enough.