Far away he went.
Holding hands

He writes about you,
sings about you

and he doesn't stop
neither does the people
watching him.

"And this one for this girl who loved me".

Strings had the ability to compress a lifetime of
a journey
into music.

Slept with someone else,
night; thinking of someone else.

drunk,
and a broken string.
I have loved you even though I never heard you.

These broken songs that I play and sing.

last found: eating chocolates
I can't stop thinking about you and him

Love birds but far apart;
An online room, full of chatter, fun and
promises.

I will be there soon, I said,
we cannot be kept far apart for that long.

Offline for the day.
last seen: An eternity ago.

Maybe they met and never left.
Maybe they left and never met.

So this is my life
And I want you to know that the letter never reached me

My address was correct even though you doubted me

I have failed a thousand times loving myself but I can never fail to love you

And I think you don’t know that I love you.

Maybe whatever It was, It mattered to me.

Maybe you were just numb
and I was the cold

I'm sorry I didn't kiss you

Beautiful hair; 4 am, lights in the apartment room.

The notification made me jump from happiness, expecting it was you.

I'll talk with myself through it and tell it to shut up.

A week felt like a year.

Late-night talks were never seen again,
if seen: Tell them they were good

typing...

Night talks: every day.

Can I talk through you with this poem?

I loved it when we used to talk.
The moments when you used to tell me,
what you feel about me.

Now before I sleep,
I think about you,
every night
and I let you go.
Every night.