I try to remember the time.
Or the times passed.
I remember the thing.
I remember everything.
Little things
Nothings and
Sudden death.
Little lies,
Small eyes,
Covered with forgotten love.
Smeared lipstick
tired eyes.
She doesn’t want me anymore.
I had a feeling that this will be the case
Had no idea it could blow on my face.
These are just thoughts about the one who got away. It has been 13 years and still counting. The love, goes and comes from time to time. Her face is becoming a blurry memory. It still feels like yesterday. Feels like last hour. Our lips touched for the last time and we parted ways. It was like a sun shining for a minute in the storm. It was it. I knew that was it. Love is not enough. But there’s no life without love. None worth having anyway.
