In every places I go, without knowing it, without doing it intentionally, I come upon your traces.
Sometimes, it feels like i'm following you and your traces. But no, I have no intention of doing those things. I have no intention of standing where you stood or smiling where you smiled.
But as I stood by the sand, I looked back and saw your memories. How happy you are with them, with her.
You came here first before I did.
And like your presence, my feelings still linger.
YOU ARE READING
Things I Wanted To Tell You
PoetryHere is a compilation of all the things I wrote for you. All the things I can't tell you and all the things you made me feel. These are words better left unsaid and unread but I wanted to compile it to remind myself that there was a you in my life t...
