"Forget we",
You wrote.
Tell me,
How can I fucking do that
if my thoughts keeps on replaying
the December 14th?
I was holding on
to the words you said
on the last day
that we talked
"My doors are always open, waiting for you to come back."
I held on to that.
I wish I did not.
But December 14th?
Maybe it was actually
the last time.
My last glance.
Your last kiss.
My last hug.
And our final goodbye.
I guess you're right.
We were each others demons.
We were never each others saviors.
This is really it...
"Forget we",
I said.
- DK
