I tried to move on but I couldn't. I tried to forget you but I couldn't. When I thought of another, it was just fleeting; then, my mind kept on reverberating back to you. I avoided thinking of you but the memories of us kept on haunting me.
Then, it happened. I saw you; then it all came back. You looked at me, into my eyes, and I looked back. I didn't know what to do so I just nodded at you and you nodded back. Then, the moment was over.
That was us: reduced into nods and stares. We became nothing. But once again, you made me feel something. For that, I hate you. I hate myself. But we can't exactly dictate what we feel; so how can I let go? How?
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Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoetryThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
