Rolled Up Sleeves Poem by Somendra Gaur

It's 2: 24: 36 at night, Exactly.
I can hear myself breathing,
My ear on which rests on my pillow can hear my heart pumping,
I hallucinate and see,
Only the distortions of thee.
Feeling my chest sinking in the glass of alcohol,
Lying in my corner,
I see someone walking through,
Imitating You,
After a couple of steps it looked like 'Me'
&
After one more, like the one I loved before you,
Each step making flashbacks follow.
It held my hand,
Planted a peck,
Kept my glass on the desk,
Shared it's Coffee filled Mug,
And leaned in for a gentle hug.
Standing on the door it saw that:
'I hugged my pillow tight,
Lying in a curled up fetal position
Which didn't revert;
But seemed ready for my high tides'
'twas that one time connection,
I hope it lasts.
Keep walking into me,
Don't talk, Just sit.
My man will handle it,
Brick by brick,
Brick by brick.