He sat there, leaning on the cold window as he watched the millions of raindrops patter and fall. In his right hand, he held a pencil. The end of the instrument has already lost its pointed edge as its toxic lead has transferred itself onto a leather-bounded notebook, forming simple yet sharp words.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I hurt you.
If I could turn back time, I would've said goodbye.
I love you.
I miss you.
But we cannot be together, you know why.
He was almost finished with his work. Just a few more lines and he would've created a song for you. A song that held apology and love at the same time.
This is the last
Time I'll be here
Right by your side
Holding your hand.
Even if
I left you alone
Please do not change
Know that I still love you.
With this song, he can finally say the things he wanted to tell you but couldn't. He can now say the favor he's been wanting to ask you.
Even if the rain is falling and the snow starts piling up.
I'll remember you.
I hope you remember me.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of My Thoughts || Poems & Prose (Inspired by Lang Leav) #wattys2019
PoetryHighest Rank in Poetry: #18 This is a collection of poems and prose that I wrote. Inspired by Lang Leav's Memories, The Universe of Us and other works of hers. Enjoy :))
