we've created memories. moments that we will never forget. times we spent with each other that even in our old rocking chairs, we can look back on.
late nights i'm left thinking about whether or not your memories of me are happy. i wonder if you think about things like this at two am too or if i'm left staring at the stars all alone.
will you even remember me after all these years? or am i just another forgotten moment?
YOU ARE READING
trying.
Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
