Its 3:33 im sitting here alone. Wondering if you are dreaming of me.
Maybe if your awake you noticed the time.
If so i hope its me that crossed your mind.
This time seems to pass so slow.
These numbers on the clock still glow. 3:33
Not a minute has passed since i missed you last.
With every minute gone gets me further from the past.
The future seems to take its time and the present well i open my eyes.
3:33.
Not a moment has passed.

It hurts.

I saw you leave today without saying anything. That isn’t out of the ordinary anymore but it hurts. I keep hoping that the next time you’ll say something. Or atleast look at me. I was alone in the aisle and my eyes filled with tears. You were long gone before you could see it happen.

I don’t even know if I’m allowed to say anything to you anymore. I mutter around you at the most and even that feels like too much.

You understood the greyscale and the colors and the thorns and the petals. You understood the 412 and that alone meant more than you could imagine.

I make eye contact and break it fast because even a second too long, I’ll shutdown. I really don’t know how much longer I can take this.

I know you won’t see this because you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I just hope that someday we’ll go back to how we were before.