Memories are the only things left.
Broken pieces that were shattered
Are picked up to become whole again.
Like the sand in my palms,
Most of them were gone.
But a little bit still remains,
And some were dug on my skin.
Do you remember?
When you draw a heart on our names.
When you wrote a letter saying,
“I will love you forever.”
Do I still remember?
When you were at your window
Staring at the skies full of stars,
Yes, because that’s what we always do.
Memories of you and me
I guess it will always be there.
Waiting to be remembered.
But I know, this will pass.
We had unpleasant events.
Which are a part of us.
And we’ve both left each other wounded.
But this too shall pass.
I miss you.
But I don’t want to go back to you.
Because our time has ended.
Our time has passed.
It was your choice.
And now I’m tired.
I want to stop thinking.
I force myself to check my brakes.
But I know eventually, at the right time.
These feelings, too, shall pass.