Our Things | Khyati Maurya

You must be the one I bumped shoulders with on the crossway.
It’s not a folktale, it was yesterday.
I believe…
I believe that every atom that has ever touched me has touched you too.
I believe the zephyr that blew against my lashes had your scent.
I believe as I am sitting here staring at the moon, you too somewhere must be chasing the moonlight.
The moon is our common.
Belief is our thing.
That’s how I am discovering you, bit by bit.