Sitting in my dark room, the morning dews drifting on the panes beyond the closed curtain, soft daylight dancing in-between its own shadows, music playing on my right ear alone, I've not one thought left inside of me that's not about you. I've come miles and years away, enough that anyone would let go. Anyone apart from me, that is. I look left and see you walk past me. I blink and your face is of a time I can't recall easily anymore. Tears fill my eyes at the thought of it. That I might ever forget how you were, who you are still to me. When I lean my head on the wall, eyes now on the ceiling, I'm thinking of then when you smiled looking at me. Swiftly, through the tears, my lips curl up. A memory so lovely is it to me, even despair is shy to confront. When my lashes shudders, heavy with tears as my eyes close up, I'm reminded, as if in a whirlwind, all that was you, all that which had me know and feel you. Sometimes you come to me in my dreams and there, I sleep as if my bed were you and I was in your company. After all this time, I still falter when I walk, and I hope you'd magically appear beside me. Maybe even call me from behind. Or recognize me when we are not us anymore. But because time has passed, I know it's love. I don't recall myself without recalling you. I never saw you the first time. Sitting there in the corner keeping to yourself, when I hadn't even looked, I had felt you. When I hadn't even seen, I had saw. It's that way even now. You're nowhere near, and yet, you couldn't possibly be closer. All these years and I feel you just the same. Always a heartache. Always , always so joyous. Such beautiful memories to remind me time and again, that it was you. That it was love, only because it was You.
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