Maybe This Time

Five Years has passed.

Five Years and yet the memories are still fresh and haunting.
And I fucking hate it.

I have been employed and successful in my new venture now,
But in every achievement, there's this unfathomable emptiness.

It's like living a life with your past keeps flashing those momentous moments,

Having caught him having sex with the person he admits he least like,
His hell of a father who sees himself a god of his own fate,
His life full of untold mysteries and lies,
His undying love for his deceased sister that I held a close resemblance to,
And our vague romance that has no closure and full of questions.

And after five years, he's back?

The moment I saw him enter that room,
I am literally swallowed by my emotions,
That so called fluttering of butterflies inside your stomach
That sting of hatred that I held from that night he run away when I ran after him,
The admiration of his recherche physique
The intimacy I keep on killing but just can't.

And he stood there in front of me.

Eyes full of longing and emotions.

Maybe this time,

Will our love be real?