Poems. Poetry.

Spaces between our Skins

I've never felt so lonely all my life
These feelings never really mattered to me
But I guess I was so attached to you that I miss you like I miss the sweet scent of my mom cooking my favorite dish
I miss you like the voice of my father singing me to sleep
I miss you the like summer, when the first breeze of the winter chill touches my skin
I miss you...
I miss you so much that I hate that these spaces between our skins makes me itch from head to toes
I miss...
I miss... I missed the train you were riding the day you were leaving
I regret that instead of focusing to cherish every moment with you I still chose to lock myself in my room crying to about the phrases you left in my head...
"I'm leaving"
I guess it was my fault that I miss you this much
I...
I'd...
I'll...
I...
I want...
I want you,
More than anything in this fucking world
More than the scent of my mothers cooking
More than mu fathers voice singing
More than the hot days of summer, which are now cold whenever I remember...
Remember you
Remember.
Remember... Reminder...
The reminder you left, between the keys of my piano
The piano which I play while you sang the song you made for me for my birthday

I wish you the best of all this world could give, you saidI want you to be happy when you read this, it was hard for me to leave you, because I know that I am your world... And you are mine. Do not forget to smile, your smile that always cheers me up because your pupils would always hide between your eye. Do not forget to sleep, you never slept when I don't come home, you'd always drink 3 cups of coffee to stay up, it worries me every time. The last but not the least, don't forget to love, please let go of me, I love you so much to but I need to leave you now, never forget to love my dear, that is the only reason why I met you, and the reason why I need to leave you.
Promise me this, you added, but I know I cant promise something so hard to do.
I was the luckiest person to love and to be loved by someone like you, and I will always be lucky till the day you forget me.

I read it again, for the second time.
But this time I wasn't crying
I was...
I was smiling....
I was smiling for a reason that I still do not know
A reason that I can only feel but not tell
A reason to move on but never forget.
I...
I will never forget you.

But still, I hate these spaces between our skins.