Alone in the room….filled with coldness that comes to the skin
Yet you wonder weeks ago. . .where it was warmth and joy that filled your face
You grasp that mobile of yours. . .watching earnestly for that someone to say “tadaima”
Yet. . .It all ended in a wink
Days by days you walk your steps for your humble dreams
Yet. . .your steps sometimes stumble across the sheer thought of having someone to walk besides you. . .taking your hands to fulfill a dream together
It’s not an unrequited feeling. . .a lad far across the oceans holds eye sweats. . .praying. . .hoping and longing for the promised time to come again.
Nevertheless. . .hard work and honest talks are all can be done. . for it’s the one step to keep our feelings intact to one another.
Or would I rather be penniless. . .just to hear an angelic voice to soothen your dry heart ?
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