Our Tragedy
I still remember the butterflies that flutter;
those bright smiles you showed, just how lovely and mesmerizing you seem.
How your eyes looked at me with joy;
how you talked about your favorites with passion.
It's still fresh on my mind the time we first met, facing virtually, you were in California and I was here.
You were wearing your favorite color
T-shirt;
your cute glasses are the same as mine.
It was tattooed on my heart when we talked, all night there,
and all day here.
We seem so happy, like there's nothing wrong with the world.
I can still remember when you told me about your family and how
you cared for them.
The words you sent before our departure still echo in my head.
The heartache and longings, I almost couldn't bear.
I could still feel my tears in my eyes even without its presence.
Up till now, I'm still reading our entire conversation and I always end up crying.
The unforgettable feeling called "love" which we both have spoken.
Mine was genuine but yours were uncertain.
Excruciating, but I gotta accept that you only said those words out of guilt.
And I remembered you, our happy memories, and the agony you caused me called "lies".
This love was a tragedy, the pain remains but the butterflies still linger.
-aunt_basyang
