this isn't new.
not our talks,
not this road,
not the people who gawk.
this path, cemented with the indentures of us,
has been passed by many you and I's
so stay, for a little while, if not forever,
because like the day, our time together dies.
the creases of my sheets
softly, whisper your name
they have not known peace, as I,
and like I, their hearts in flame.

and I swear, my heart knows,
that there are miles between you and i
but it refuses to accept
between us, the difference of the sky.

and as fast-paced as the charging cars
as fast, remains your heartbeat
but my heart is a wanderer,
and with you, it's complete.
and like when you fly away from me,
and peer down from the small windows
at the mountains below, so tiny,
unable to spot the rivers that flow.

and like the tiny mountains,
the people standing away from you and i
feel our life as insignificant as moths
but the spectator of the distance between us, only the sky.
and in the silence of your empty house
the jingle of the keys echo out your name in melancholy
and they expect me to miss you terribly
but you're never anywhere without me.

and now the sky is different,
and so the road seems too,
but when we meet again, and we will,

you'll notice, I'm still the same, waiting for you.

a word !

to the ones

who love us

and never really leave us.

to my online family, thank you for being there.