being specific—
i’m glad we were nothing.
because now i have
nothing to think
of it.
there was no us.
no you and me nor
me and you.
just you over there.
and me over here,
with the distance of
exactly 1000000000
km from each
other.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poetryfor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
