walking, i kept on walking
but i didn’t know where to go
looking, i kept on looking
for a memory from a long time ago
yet my empty shell keeps on aching
aching for something, perhaps it's someone that i'm searching
tracing the scent of yesterday
even though these paths are in disarray
and then, i saw you walking with a smirk playing on your lips while holding an unlit candle
suddenly, i felt these emotions that i couldn’t seem to handle
as i tried to reach you, i tried to touch you
it turned out that i'm just one of your ghosts
YOU ARE READING
Vestige
Poetrycal's bevy of forgotten notion, thoughts, and desultory passage through poetry and prose, as this vessel continue to withstand this realm's bullshit - credits to the owner of the image that i used for the book cover -
