It has been so long since the last time I saw her. Sometimes I catch myself wondering where she is; if by chance time has changed her into something unrecognizable, or is she by chance the same person. But I always expect that somehow, she's probably changed. I find myself asking how much, or would she still manage to move me like she did so many years ago...
I wonder in my loneliness why I still find myself searching for him whenever I fly in into his town.. Although I never call to let him know, I still look around with a hopeful heart that I could catch him again. It's not that I long for him in such a way that I must see him. But it is a longing like every fool has when she casts a die, or receives her deal, or punches in the numbers of the lottery. It's not like it's okay for us to see each other. My pride is still intact; because the pain despite all these years still reminds me not to fall into it again...
...Like a child who learns to stay away from the fire after he is burned, I stay away. The sheer truth that I am in the same city as you, I fear what lies for me in the next corner. I fear your silhouette; the mention of your name, the possibility that I might see you is unbearable.
She haunts me..
He is always with me..
I wonder in my loneliness why I still find myself searching for him whenever I fly in into his town.. Although I never call to let him know, I still look around with a hopeful heart that I could catch him again. It's not that I long for him in such a way that I must see him. But it is a longing like every fool has when she casts a die, or receives her deal, or punches in the numbers of the lottery. It's not like it's okay for us to see each other. My pride is still intact; because the pain despite all these years still reminds me not to fall into it again...
...Like a child who learns to stay away from the fire after he is burned, I stay away. The sheer truth that I am in the same city as you, I fear what lies for me in the next corner. I fear your silhouette; the mention of your name, the possibility that I might see you is unbearable.
She haunts me..
He is always with me..
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