Calling Out Your Name

I often call out your name
in the moments of extreme solitude
when the only thing I hear
is the sound of my own breath
and the tick tock of the clock
as the seconds merge with the minutes
and the minutes merge with the hours
but they never seem to have
enough of each other
for they keep going round and round
with an unfathomable desire
to unite again and again

I often call out your name
when a thin crescent moon
tries to slip into my room
through the slit of the window pane
to brighten up the ambience
just enough to make it possible
to barely perceive the presence
of objects in the darkness
I so vividly remember,
that’s as much light you prefer
when we make love, right ?

I often call out your name
when all the possibilities
of reaching out to you seem bleak
as distances transform into walls
obstructing all of my senses
which were only meant to feel you
and slowly in dire despair
senses turn impervious to stimuli
making me feel like I am nothing more
but just a clutter of vestigial organs

Yes, I often call out your name
when I am all alone.

-Chhaya