It has been two years,
since your departure.
Now you only reside in my memories, with your half faded fingerprints, and a laughter which I still hear echoing through this very classroom.
They would say I'm a fool.
For choosing you as the inspiration behind my words today,
to treat you as a muse,
still, after all this time.
But I believe,
that on some days,
just out of the blue,
you're worthy enough to be remembered.
As for whatever I've became today,
a part of its contribution goes to you, too.
Whatever I'm today,
a part of me is you, too.
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 ...
