I stared alone at the sky during the setting of the sun— where everyone else around me are busy packing their bags and organizing everything before coming back home.
I stared alone at the sky spotting a few of the stars that are glowing and slowly becoming more visible amidst the last shine of the sun.
The wind suddenly blew, and I have remembered an image of you staring deeply into my eyes. I remembered the way how you look at the moon and tell me how it looked so approachable, knowing the fact that going there was one of the most peculiar, yet most significant things that could ever happen to someone.
I can't stop thinking about you, as the sky turns from orange to pink, to lilac and then black. I want you here beside me. I want to hear you. I want to feel your rough skin next to mine.
I wish I could still tell you how much I long for your presence. For your affection that I could not find in anybody else. Having you beside me was like living the best of what life can give me.
I hope that as soon as the sun rises again from my back, you're there, walking towards me.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
