The curtain, the switch, the closet, the nightstand
They all remind me of how you held my hand
The pillows, the blanket, the sheets, the bed
They all remind me of those times you kissed my forehead
The loose shirt, the pajama, the glasses, the stuff toy
They all remind me of how we used to enjoy
But now, I stand by the door
Thinking of dropping my knees on the floor
Tears streaming down these cheeks you used to pinch,
As my heart tore inch by inch
And as you walk out of the door I ask you one more
Zeke, can we please go back to what we used to before?
BINABASA MO ANG
Her Thoughts
PoetryThey say, "A single soul has million thoughts running inside their mind." And so, these are mine.
