All I ever did was to wander inside this familiar room.
To look for your memories in the corners
To feel your presence in this cold air
To make myself believe that you’re here.
But still, nothing.
Months have passed already but I think
the years we shared together can never
transcend the memories I, alone, am making now.
My eyes can still see you, I must say
Even if I close it, you are there.
In the loud crowd, I hear your words.
In their movements, your stillness blooms.
Yet, you are still not here.
I wish you didn't leave
That you chose to stay and face the future with me.
You have your own life, I understand
The problem is, you became part of mine.
A lot of people tried knocking at my door
But looking through the hole,
I keep praying that it was you.
Yet, I am never granted.
They say moving on is the best way
to collect and to fix your broken heart.
I say the otherwise.
Because everytime I try to take a step
away from the shades of all the memories we planted,
I keep finding myself stopping in the middle
and going back to those stories.
The sun hurts my skin. The rain makes me gloomy
but all of those didn’t matter when you were with me.
You clothed me with words devoid of joy and sadness
And now, I feel nothing but nakedness.
It’s not your fault, my heart just longs for you
And in case you come back, you’ll find me
lying under the tree that bloomed in this room,
Still looking for you.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
All I ever did was to wander inside this familiar room.
To look for your memories in the corners
To feel your presence in this cold air
To make myself believe that you’re here.
But still, nothing.
Months have passed already but I think
the years we shared together can never
transcend the memories I, alone, am making now.
My eyes can still see you, I must say
Even if I close it, you are there.
In the loud crowd, I hear your words.
In their movements, your stillness blooms.
Yet, you are still not here.
I wish you didn't leave
That you chose to stay and face the future with me.
You have your own life, I understand
The problem is, you became part of mine.
A lot of people tried knocking at my door
But looking through the hole,
I keep praying that it was you.
Yet, I am never granted.
They say moving on is the best way
to collect and to fix your broken heart.
I say the otherwise.
Because everytime I try to take a step
away from the shades of all the memories we planted,
I keep finding myself stopping in the middle
and going back to those stories.
The sun hurts my skin. The rain makes me gloomy
but all of those didn’t matter when you were with me.
You clothed me with words devoid of joy and sadness
And now, I feel nothing but nakedness.
It’s not your fault, my heart just longs for you
And in case you come back, you’ll find me
lying under the tree that bloomed in this room,
Still looking for you.
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