the best of friends, slow silent walks
you still linger in those backfield-lanes
dry autumn leaves, code languages
i can weave endless poetries for us
haunting rumours, long phone calls
you're present in every mirror i look at
ephemeral forevers, long summers
even today, i sit and grieve at our spot
dark chocolates, matching spectacles
you come to me in supernatural dreams
wrong math equations, star-like grades
i can't see anything after our eclipse
psychotic breakdowns, unfinished poems
you still do not understand my grief
yellow handkerchiefs, happy birthdays
i narrate our tale in fifty different ways
first birthday-wishes, unsolved mysteries
you are the warm sunset of my thoughts
christmas parties, wooden key-chains
and my name is still taken with yours
all the signs that i missed and her
your choice was never me, to begin with
free... free... free...

— SweetSimu.