At least one of us is happy.
At least one of use made it pass the broken bridge.
Well, I saw your picture today.
You gave her a back hug with your wide and bulky arms
Those arms that were once my dwelling place
Your eyes sparkled as you looked at the lens of the camera
It seemed like you had the world in your embrace
Then came reminiscence from those loveliest days
I didn’t know exactly what I was feeling
Was it jealousy?
Was it merely pain?
Was it regret?
Was it longing?
My mind wasn’t sure.
No, maybe it was my heart that is quite confused
Because even if I try to refuse
Even if I hide behind the blinds of my ego
The scars appeared from the memories of letting you go.