I see you in between the fragments of city lights. Neatly concealed in every nook and cranny, merging in various spectrums.
Eliciting a glimpse of epiphany, a struck of a nearly forgotten memory, playing in a solid second before completely vanished, perished among the fast cars and glimmering skyscrapers. The brief longing of our rendezvous furiously contradicting with our diminishing presence in each other’s lives, which frankly, is inevitable.
The notion of me having you in some part of my life was as tempting as having you in every part, yet every laugh reminds me to take what i get.
Again, i see your shadow slipping in the dimmed lights. Hesitantly announcing its appearance, of what i once treasured so dearly, disappear in a blink of an eye, clearly in the urge of fleeing away, in a dire need of vanishing, yet adamantly reminding me of the gentle ***** of your nose beneath the soft glow of street lamps, emerging a twinkle on your orbs.
Nonetheless, i watch your silhouette skirting around the buildings, gradually decreasing as i walk further and further, every step reminds me to bid my farewell in a valedictory laugh which I’ve never been prepared.
His heart is his himself and he isn’t indebted to reciprocate anything, and no one is obligated to stay knowing very well where his heart lies.
