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Jan 2020
I am sitting at the window seat,
On my way back home,
I just hung up the phone,
Saying I’ve got nothing to talk to you anymore.

Every time I look out of the window,
I see the moments we have shared,
Remember how you held me tight,
right in front of that brown building.

Remember when holding hands was fun,
when we were just too drunk,
And that kiss on the cheek,
Because we were too shy to say things.

Wait a minute, am I dreaming, my eyes are wide open,
Still thinking about the moments in which I had you in them,
Is it all a lie, should I regret it?
Falling in love with someone
who is so close to me and yet so far?

I am walking on my way now,
I still am looking at my phone,
Maybe I should call you and tell you,
that this is how I feel about you?

What should I say?
I am happy that you are back with her,
you better hide what is in your heart,
and tell her everything is fine,

I am not going to bother now (yeah, I know, that’s a lie)
Almost called you, tried to text you,
To tell you how I still feel about you,
That I still remember the touch of your skin,
the smell of your perfume and the cigarette,        
I can hear your voice in my head,
Everything that has transpired like flashback stories right there,
Back to Back…

I know I should be just friends with you,
and at least have you as a part of my life.
And I know I should just shut my thoughts,
and not explain anything at all,
But I still want you,
Maybe I thought you should just know,


Do you ever think of me,
while walking through the door,
or, maybe holding hands with someone,
or leaning in while sharing that drink at the bar?
Do you or do you not miss it?


Oh, because I still remember the 3 AM talks,
the warmth of your body, the moments we shared
I can hear your voice in my head,
everything we had played like stories,
Back to Back…
Written by
Shradha Sagar
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