In two years time,
I won't exist to you.
I'll sink into the past
and be left to collect dust,
with all of our special moments
and perfect thoughts.
I won't cross your mind
like how you'll always live in mine,
*But, I'll still wish for happiness for you.

I don't know
the stars
as well as I know
speckled dust
on glass

Cause I spend
too much time
sitting on
this window sill

With a screen
between
me
and the world.