Your voice danced in the air like myth Your presence undeniably radiating everywhere, but i searched for you hoping to see you one more time.
I glanced around again the place hoping you're still sitting on your usual place.
Your words kept playing as if it was life
Signs that you existed are all over the place
except your absence filled every wonderful memories into dust
Glasses are meant to be broken
Papers are meant to be torn
Memories meant to become a mist
Things are meant to be left
Life meant to pass away
as you are not meant to this worldly world.
one thing to remember, we're souls before we even became physical beings.
We're still dreaming,
We're bound to wake up to the true reality and this world is not the reality the way you think it is.
We're bound to go back to our one true Home like my Grandpa did.
I miss you Lolo...
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
Short StoryYour voice danced in the air like myth your presence undeniably radiating everywhere but i search for you hoping to see you one very last time....i glanced around but reality hits me hard. you already passed away.
