Do you still think of me like I think of you?
I know it's been so long and that we wouldn't even recognize each other if we crossed paths again.
I'm probably foolish for thinking you'd remember me.
I just hope that someday you see this, Someday we'll cross paths again.
Some days I think I'm crazy, hoping I'd run into you
But you disappeared without a trace.
Were you ever really there to begin with?
Or were you a part of my mind this whole time?
Because It seems every trace of you has vanished.
Taking a part of me with you.
-A.U.
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
