The image I had of you cracked
While we were walking through coniferous woods
Stepped into musty forest floors
I remember how the air shimmered as a manifestation of the forthcoming summer
You didn’t noticed, you never will
But I do remember the sound of glass crushing on the floor
The unhealthy trembling of my heart when you disappeared through the crowd of the station building
without looking back.
A jar broke out of carelessness
I know that we can't go back
Spoken words as sharp as broken fragments of a mirror
Cutting wounds into souls
They will never heal completely
With our unwillingness to empathize each other,
We create canyons we cannot pass
But how perfect they are to drown your thoughts and memories
They are blackholes. A consuming darkness, deleting
every part of you and me
And I'm afraid that the day will come when i forget your name
and I'll never See your face again
It is the unspoken words that plague me at night
I know that I could give myself a reason to claim up to your hometown
But there are fissures you can never fix
I know that I could give myself a reason to claim up to your hometown.
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