on some rides to some places,
i miss the feeling of waiting
for you to reply my text
the thoughts on our late night conversation

on some rainy days,
i remember the outline of your face,
how you look like when you think,
the way you bite the collar of your shirt

on some moments of silence,
i hate the thoughts that i might be
on your mind, and
turns out,
it's not that way,
it's not going to be that way