You’re here now, but I hear nothing from you.
Relieved but somewhat sad.
Relieved because I wouldn’t know what to respond, or whether if I should. Sad because I could, still, recall the period I had prayed so hard – to have a little more time with you, to be able to keep you. God it made me look bad.
So you’re back in my city, where we first met.
I wanted a closure but months ago, I have already gotten that – you stopped texting back, when you didn’t call; and the way you looked at me says it all.
Breathing the same air, again but this time you’re not next to me.
I hope someday you would give the next person what you couldn’t give to me. I truly fucking hope so.
MichelleAKJ 