we were talking about you today. not that there is much to be talked about. nothing new but your abrupt goodbye. and the pang of absence you left behind. it did not matter whether they have known you. they have seen your after effect in me. they could not understand. neither could i.
i passed by your street the other day. at times i felt compelled to walk down to your door and knock. knock long enough so that you would answer. and at times i felt that you wanted me to come barging down that distance between us. we created it. we can undo it. if we want it. but i would not know anymore. i am blind ever since you are gone.
we talked about you today. nothing in particular. but i could still hear it in my voice when i told them that i got my heart broken. nothing else could compare. to the heartbreak or to you. or both. i could still feel it hurting when i speak of you. they told me to learn and move on.
i thought i did.
i swear i did.
guess i did a swell job of lying to myself.
