It was the end of school and I was walking alone. Heads up for the sky was beautiful, till I saw you by the side. With her, that is.
And my head felt like it needed to hide, so down I looked. Yet, that was another realisation— I'll never ever be able to look straight at you, even if you were just by my side no matter how long our time has passed.
Took me days to pen this, but love, what am I to do with the memories you left me? I still ask the same questions, why am I the only one holding onto them? What have you done to them?
I sometimes wish you never happened, but you were yet another dream that I never thought would occur. Maybe because there was no other after you that left such a mark.
Love, why did you use a permanent marker?
