I return to the place where we first met
The corridor empty now that you've left
Your face still etched in my mind
Yet not a sign that you once stood here.
These days I walk the streets
Flitting like a ghost through a crowd
Hoping I'd run into you someplace, someday,
I never do,
never will.
In alleyways and fire escapes
From aeroplanes to the bullet trains
On the other side of the world
I'll never see your face again.
It's all for the best, I suppose
I wouldn't know what to say if given the chance
Nothing could be achieved from all the words in the world
So what would be the point?
You've made your choice.
It's about time I made mine.
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Lost Girls: An Anthology of Poems
PoesíaIt's okay to be lost amid the chaos of the world. Where I let out all the consuming thoughts stuck in my head. Dedication: To anyone who's hurting, you're not alone. It'll be okay.
