ONE
One misguided gaze.
One thought of you.
One dream of you.
One smile.
One look at me.
First date.
A genuine connection.
First smile we shared.
A look of admiration.
First time I held your hand.
First hug.
First kiss.
First memory.
I miss you.
I want you.
I craved you.
First month in.
First fight.
No contact.
I'm sorry.
Do I love you?
I thought so.
How wrong of me.
April 15th.
We fought again.
Bad yin.
No contact.
No text.
No call.
One final phone call
"We should go on a break."
I retaliated.
How stupid can I be?
You hate me now.
I don't blame you.
My fault.
My bad.
This is on me.
One drunken video message.
She didn't seem to care. Transparent.
Another.
Delivered.
Opened.
Read.
No reply.
Next day.
Still no reply.
Checked back and hour or so later.
Blocked.
My heart shattered.
One.
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...The Rest is History
Poetry⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ A collection of memories, in form of poems and short stories Poems don't always have to rhyme do they?
