The other home
A space we created to be with each other from time to time.
We used to talk a lot, fight a lot.
We moved together, develop and shrink along the way.
We have our weird names on its walls.
It's quiet and empty now...for some reasons I know nothing about
I have monologues
I sit in the corner of our home. Waiting.
I yearn for your existence, but I do not dare to beg since your time is not rightfully mine
Sigh...you are not rightfully mine
Where are you?
My heart is gripping with worries
Are you alive? Are you dead already? Are you okay?
I do not think of myself
or perhaps I do?
I cannot calm my self thinking about all bad things that might happened to you
Oh, Hun..please be alive. Please be okay.
Dya
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
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