I dressed up today.
I thought it would be fitting;
(for our two month-long departure)
You on our first month,
And me on our second month.
We never did put in as much effort
In our seven months.
Perhaps,
Today warranted a change.
It was a dangerous,
I know.
I do.
You're still wearing
Our ring
Too.
I never took it off.
I want to know,
If we still matter to you.
Us.
Such a noble term.
It's like we're living in some cliché movie —
I know they used to be your favourite
(are they still your love?);
Except in those movies,
The leads always end up together.
Is this our movie then?
(i still miss you.)
