I have came to this realization that I always see the end before the start,

I have make an effort to open every door inside my head,

Wondering if I could find a reason why,

But this endeavor was failed from the start.

I do not wish to seek for any remedy.

What I was looking for was a sign that I’m not a lost cause,

I

still

haven’t

found

a

thing.

You said “Forever”.

And In my mind I thought that “Forever was quite a long time”.

I never understood what it meant to miss something that wasn't ever there,

Until I lost you.

I only saw the end,

I’m sorry.

I GET THIS CURIOUS FEELING WHEN I REMINISCENCE ABOUT YOU,
AS IF YOU WERE GOOD ACQUAINTANCE WHO HAD LEFT NOT TOO LONG AGO,
MANY TIMES I’LL SIT AND FIND MYSELF WAITING FOR YOUR RETURN,
SO YOU’LL TELL ME ABOUT THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'VE LEARNED FROM YOUR TRAVELS,
THEN I REMEMBER THAT YOU AND I HAD BEEN APART FOR QUITE SOME TIME,
AND THAT OUR DEPARTURE HAD NOT BEEN A SWEET SORROW,  
I FACE THE REALITY THAT YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF RETURNING,
YOU WERE NOT AN ACQUAINTANCE AT ALL,
JUST A TRAVELER WHO I TEMPORALLY KNEW,
THEN DECIDED TO EXPLORE ELSEWHERE.

I thought there would always be enough of what you left for me,

but when I was trying to find a trace of you in my foggy memory,

there wasn't much of anything else to say.

Only that you are no longer an occupant.

I have this habit of opening up old wounds that have already been healed.