Out of the blue.
At some random corner.
At some point of the day I least recall.
I miss your lips that burned mine.
The way you held me.
Our words falling like petals on my nape.
I’m wondering what you are up to and if you really care?
So many promises can be broken..
Words hold no meaning in a world that despairs.
I silently fall to no reason or logic that our past would find no meaning in our present and we can no longer be the same….