There's no option. I'm stuck between missing you and
thinking that you're still by my side. My heart is slowing breaking, piece by
piece, as I remember our last goodbye. That small kiss that felt so big,
because it said so much, all the words we hadn't said out loud were there, in
the air and then holding themselves onto us. Another part of me falls to the
ground in the shape of a memory; that train station that we knew so well,
sitting on the stairs with my head on your lap trying to hold the tears in. But
I couldn't.
The worst part is thinking of ifs. If I hadn't had to leave
you'd still be mine. If I'd stayed like I promised we wouldn't have needed to
count the days, they'd be laid like a path of stone before us. If destiny had
thought different of it, summer would've told a whole different story. Now all
I can do is think of your eyes staring back at me with that sadness swirling in
them. Sadness and longing that'll always be present wherever I go.
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