A sudden rush to find my way back to you,
But I fear the aftermath engulf me too.
An ache to tell you that I’m still exist,
But I fear you’ll know you’re sill clearly missed.
It feels like the dream that has slipped from my hand,
I wish I could wake where no suffering can stand.
If time steals the light from the years that have passed,
Why is this ache the one thing that will last,
I don’t even recall the scent you used to wear,
Yet i feel your presence in the air.
I have forgotten the warmth that lived in your hand,
Yet I’m still searching out right where I stand.
Your face is blur like a ghost in the light,
Why do these memories still burn through the night?
I don’t even remember the warmth of your tone,
Yet I reply the our words when I’m sitting alone.
I don’t even know is your face is the same,
Yet I search every crowd for a spark of your name.
I look in the mirror and search for a trace,
I see the sorrow has changed my own face.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
A sudden rush to find my way back to you,
But I fear the aftermath engulf me too.
An ache to tell you that I’m still exist,
But I fear you’ll know you’re sill clearly missed.
It feels like the dream that has slipped from my hand,
I wish I could wake where no suffering can stand.
If time steals the light from the years that have passed,
Why is this ache the one thing that will last,
I don’t even recall the scent you used to wear,
Yet i feel your presence in the air.
I have forgotten the warmth that lived in your hand,
Yet I’m still searching out right where I stand.
Your face is blur like a ghost in the light,
Why do these memories still burn through the night?
I don’t even remember the warmth of your tone,
Yet I reply the our words when I’m sitting alone.
I don’t even know is your face is the same,
Yet I search every crowd for a spark of your name.
I look in the mirror and search for a trace,
I see the sorrow has changed my own face.
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