A Daily Routine
Days become unusually long
night exceptionally lonely
memories fading second of time.
Ever wondering how she could be,
what she could be doing
and whether she would be thinking of me.
Running through a figment of collective past
Stealing comfort through the picture as I see us.
Seeking joy from reading letters in the time of us.
That moment of truth and touch remains - in my heart.
Did we came to be only to not be?
Would it be a time of testing or the end of the story?
Drawing strength from future uncertainties,
a walk with life would seem less tough to be.
This is a poem someone wrote for me a good 2 years ago.
Very well written, isn't it?
It is beautiful. :)
night exceptionally lonely
memories fading second of time.
Ever wondering how she could be,
what she could be doing
and whether she would be thinking of me.
Running through a figment of collective past
Stealing comfort through the picture as I see us.
Seeking joy from reading letters in the time of us.
That moment of truth and touch remains - in my heart.
Did we came to be only to not be?
Would it be a time of testing or the end of the story?
Drawing strength from future uncertainties,
a walk with life would seem less tough to be.
This is a poem someone wrote for me a good 2 years ago.
Very well written, isn't it?
It is beautiful. :)