Maybe the reason why I can't entirely let you go is that deep within me, I know, I still hope that even a little part of you is still crazy about me. Like how the entirety of you yearned for me. Like how every inch of you still aches to me buried deep within my care.
Maybe I can't move forward because the memories of you kept pulling me backwards. The late night conversations that brought us to complications. The 'goodbye' that was hidden underneath your good-night-messages. The plans that we built together, the home that was shattered.
Maybe the reason why I can't let go of you until now, is the should-have-beens of you and I. And maybe, it is because of the uncertainty of our almost, than the certainty of our seperation.
Or simply because until now— I know that you are still my Polaris, even though I was only a speck of dust you adored for only a short period of time.
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Of My Silent Cries
Poetrywasting my ink and all those crumpled papers for you