no rush

 I got your number.

I got your ID.

I’ve never been pulled so,

Like this ever before.

Is this the physics of gravity,

Or the chemistry of us?

I’ll never know.

 

I’ll be your sunshine.

I’ll be your hope.

If it’s raining,

We’ll stay in our home abode.

 

There’s no rush.

You’re coded onto my head.

Stop calculating.

I know an upgrade,

We’ll install it

And be up to date.

 

I’m terrible at numerals,

But I’ll remember our dates.

Can’t remember the multiples of twelve,

But I’ll never forget your birthday.

 

I can’t speak your tongue,

But I’ll sing.

I can’t hold a guitar,

But a true melody I’ll bring.

 

We’ll play your game.

It’ll be our therapy.

You like anime?

I’ll bake the cookies,

You make the tea.

We won’t need cable TV.

 

We’ve got Physics.

We’ve got Chemistry.

You take care of the Maths.

I’ll be your dictionary.

 

You have my number.

You have my ID.

If you think we’re meant to be.

Call me. 

-Manya Singh Patel