It's been three autumns.
Exactly three of them.
And I still find your pictures resting in my phone when I scroll through my gallery.
At some, you've that familiar smrik on your lips accompanied by a crinkled nose, whereas in others, you're simply smiling, though the gaiety isn't reaching your eyes.
The fact that I mentioned autumn with your name is because you solely remind me of the autumn season, and the beauty it brings with itself.
You're that single green leaf which shines among the yellow rustles.
You're that faint ray of sunshine which showers me every morning, when I glance out of my window.
You're that evening breeze that roams around my skin, leaving it's finger prints all over me at the time of farewell.
You're everywhere.
You're everything I ever needed. You're yourself.
But sadly, I'm not.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Krótkie Opowiadania// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
