The Night We Met Pt. 1
I see him.
I admit, it makes me miss him.
I admit, it makes me miss our days.
I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I no longer know.
I see myself in Jeddah, far away. Someone I no longer know.
I feel the cold mornings, I feel the emptiness that crawls into me. I feel the strings detaching themselves from him. I feel the heartache becoming a regular feeling.
I see him.
I admit, it makes me miss him.
I admit, it makes me miss our days.
I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I am no longer in love with, someone I am no longer with. Someone I doubt I know.
I see myself in Egypt, not so far away. Someone I am learning to know, someone I am falling in love with. Someone without him.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
The Night We Met Pt. 1
I see him.
I admit, it makes me miss him.
I admit, it makes me miss our days.
I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I no longer know.
I see myself in Jeddah, far away. Someone I no longer know.
I feel the cold mornings, I feel the emptiness that crawls into me. I feel the strings detaching themselves from him. I feel the heartache becoming a regular feeling.
I see him.
I admit, it makes me miss him.
I admit, it makes me miss our days.
I see him in Canada, far away. Someone I am no longer in love with, someone I am no longer with. Someone I doubt I know.
I see myself in Egypt, not so far away. Someone I am learning to know, someone I am falling in love with. Someone without him.
