is it a thought?
a battle long fought?
perhaps it's the afternoon heat or the morning mist
yet it could also be someone,
somewhere, or a place
i see it at the back of my head
and i long for you
so long, my fantasy.
i haven't forgotten about you
you are the warmth on my skin when i walk freely
you are the familiar tricycles honking, the smell of rush hour
and i miss you from the mountains,
caging me from life's true realities
when i am bound by this height's truth
but i could have been you, too
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
is it a thought?
a battle long fought?
perhaps it's the afternoon heat or the morning mist
yet it could also be someone,
somewhere, or a place
i see it at the back of my head
and i long for you
so long, my fantasy.
i haven't forgotten about you
you are the warmth on my skin when i walk freely
you are the familiar tricycles honking, the smell of rush hour
and i miss you from the mountains,
caging me from life's true realities
when i am bound by this height's truth
but i could have been you, too
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