It's strange how much I miss her, knowing she's right here…
I do feel her and I know how hard she tries but something seems out of place.
Nothing bad happened between us,
but alot went actually wrong. It's not her, it's not me.
I guess this is what they mean by 'the one that got away' because I can actually feel her slipping, like wind blowing sand for it was never meant to stay, so I find myself wondering which role I play?
I always thought I was the beach, something she could call home.
But now I'm thinking, maybe I am the wind that's been blowing her to all directions, anywhere but home…
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
