but it was crawling back to me
the words you have once said, the worst and painful ones
i came around to think that something is wrong
that has this stupid longing and some strange desire to talk to you is just wrong
that i should not have missing you - at all
then i stopped,
i did not feel it anymore

she,
who set her heart at the ocean
that long for the rushing tide and a beautiful sunset

she,
much more than just a pretty face
a warrior and survivor, who grow through what she goes through

she,
who dance with me throughout sadness, fears, joy, and heartbreak
who said "you made of gold, not bronze" in between the moves

she,
the one that make part ways unbelievably hard
who broke my heart because she left, gone for a greater good
what can i say?

spring has come and i don't think about you anymore
the way i did before
my morning coffee still taste the same,
but i could hardly feels you in it

it's nearly fall
i brought those candles home
with the hope of never to write about you ever again
or about us - about every dances we shared in the kitchen hall

i hope you're fine, because i am
i finally am...

i have survived a lot of things
i have survived from losing you
but,
i slowly lose myself too