I have changed a long time ago
but the waves of the ocean
wake the blue,
can you hear it too?
Did you say "How are you?"
I hope the seashell is still with you
so you can hear the echo
of my whimpering hello
Despite the differences in our time
the distinct spaces,
I still wish you were here
still hold on to our history
I barely remember;
Your face is now hollow
Your smile is unsure,
different from that sixteen years
The difference
between you and me
is you left,
I stayed
Stuck in the same old place
Stuck in your good memories
The only difference
I condemn myself for it.
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
