Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Gabe Apr 2018
How are you?
I miss greeting you every morning.
Telling you that you’re the first thought that I had.
I miss greeting you good night.
Telling you you’re the last person whom I have thought of.
To tell you morning and night that I miss you,
—that I love you.
Are you feeling the same way too?
Gabe Apr 2018
Hi.
I'm an unknown character to the story.
Whether I am to be named as present, or future,
I can also be a part of the past.
I am someone who liked one ever since back then,
But one liked somebody else.
And I lay instilled at the background.
That went on, years went by,
Until the day came unrecognized.
As though I tried not to fall,
Feelings are something you cannot control,
Nor predict,
It's the emotions, I’m scared to repeat.
But alas, the one that was present,
Had made herself a part of his past,
I remained at pause, I remained very still,
But his smile I didn’t want to disappear.
In simple gestures I tried to make him happy,
None of which I thought would even reach him.
But somehow it did.
And it was a wreck, an unknown character,
Has made her presence known and,
It’s something the lot has never expected.
It’s a confusion, what was I to be called,
But it’s something I and One had failed to control,
The story once again, put on hold,
No one knew what was to be unfolded.
It went on, slowly, with a beginning,
But a blur of an ending.
Feelings were once again tested,
But its vague like everybody expected.
One put up with his own self,
Went on with his own likes and continued his journey.
But I— am stuck, and I find myself not complaining.
In my place, I am confused by this,
Whether I’m just enduring or potentially waiting for nothing.
But as one has his actions contradict to his words,
I find myself stuck, once again, just again, in that world.
But past began to show, something I was expecting to come.
The slightest of hope to undo what was done,
I am afraid, that once again, I'll be back at the background,
As if I have never left that place to begin with,
And I am scared by the thought of it.
If that was to happen, I wished i have never left it.
But I am here, now part of the story.
I am ought to do something, but I'm scared to do anything.
Whether I should start and write our destiny,
Or I should stop and lose everything.

Hi.
I'm a known character to the story.
I am still to be placed in the present, or future.
But one thing's for sure—
I am a part of the past.

— The End —