sometimes i find myself missing you and wishing you were here with me. i remember your laugh and the way we used to talk— plan our future‚ i can’t deny that i yearn for your presence.yet‚ there’s a part of me— happiness‚ that you’re not here anymore with me. it’s in this space that i’ve discovered the freedom to stretch my thoughts, to explore the vastness of my own being without the confines of us.
the quiet around me is like a blank page, and i can make new memories by myself... without you.
it’s strange to feel both sad and happy that you’re gone. it’s like i’m standing between our old times together and my new life alone. and in this quiet place, i’m learning about myself.
BINABASA MO ANG
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