Four Years [Poetry]

51. Last Thing

                                                                                                                        June 16, 2015

                                                                                   It was the lastest thing I wanted

                                                                                                          To be involved again

                                                                                    It was the last thing in my head

                                                                                                    But in question of days

                                                                                                              He broke my walls

                                                                                                                     Two weeks ago

                                                                                          I didn't even know his name

                                                                                           Seated side by side one day

                                                                                                Then also in the next one

                                                                                              First, it was the cell phone

                                                                                                  Then geography's pages

                                                                            I only asked his name last Saturday

                                                                                           So how can it end this way?

                                                                                 I think it was just the wrong time

                                                                                                            And here I'm crying

                                                                                                     For this wasted chance

                                                                                                       And I can't forget how

                                                                                      He didn't talk to any other girl

                                                                                                      And I can't forget how

                                I like hearing the sound of my name coming from his lips

                                                                             It sounded like an important thing

                                                                                                        (He said it every day)