Invisible 

A glance is a stolen
moment you’ve never

known

I snatched from you
is like a flying kiss

you always miss to catch.
And messages which are

kept in drafts
are like unsent gift –

still return to sender.
My smile could have been a

“Hello! How are you?”
And those times

of staring at the blank

space thinking of you,
I am making moments

with you.