Your Text Is Two Years Late
I almost forgot how to talk to you. I don’t know how to respond to a stranger who was once a lover. How do we go from exchanging secrets to exchanging small talk? How do we talk about nothing when we used to talk about everything?
By 
Rania Naim
Your text is two years late
I almost forgot your number
I almost forgot your name
I almost forgot how to talk to you
I don’t know how to respond to a stranger
Who was once a lover
How do we go from exchanging secrets
To exchanging small talk?
How do we talk about nothing
When we used to talk about everything?
Your text is two years late
But the timing is perfect
Because I was missing you
And another one has left
It’s like you can tell I was thinking about you
And it’s like you’re telling me they can’t compare to you
That no one else will measure up
And I’m here to tell you that you’re right
Your text is two years late
But I’ll still answer
I’ll always answer
Because I don’t want you to forget me too
I want us to remain this unsolvable mystery
Of how two souls can be so connected
Even when they haven’t touched each other for years
How can you tell I needed to hear from you
When I couldn’t even whisper it to myself?
How come you still feel me
When I feel numb?
Your text is two years late
But it’s exactly what I need
And as if time hasn’t changed a thing
And your texts still bring me back to life
And so do you. 
