I still write many things about you.
I still dream of you and wake up with wet pillows.
Forgetting you wasn't the best I can do. I ripped off your chapter in my book, I erased our photograph in my phone. I tried to forget you. But everytime our song plays at the cafeteria, everytime I see our favorite movie, I remember you and it hurts.
From the mismatched socks and uncapped toothpaste, from the morning messages to the late night binge-watching. The summer dies and autumn falls, but my heart never changed. From every laughter to every teardrop, it's all for you.
I still have the old ring we wore to fight all the distances. I can clearly remeber how detailed the word 'amour' was embedded beside a tiny diamond. It still shines so brightly, like how my feelings kept burning. I thought I was done with your page, but there's more to write.
YOU ARE READING
Things I Wish I Could Tell You (Poetry and Prose)
PoetryI look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I...
