Your memories are not like the hum,
The ringing sound
That continuously plays in the back of my mind.
They are not like that.
Your memories are not like a garden.
The garden in my backyard,
Where I work every Sunday.
Something I can look at fondly,
While I sip my tea in the evening.
No, they are not like that.
Tides.
Your memories are like tides.
They disappear and reappear,
Without any notice,
Without any time limit.
In one moment, it's like you were never there.
But in another, you come flooding in,
Destroying everything,
Destroying me.
Sofia's Note:
I don't know how to describe this feeling. It has been a year since we separated. It's not like I'm not over him or I'm obsessed with him. I've made peace with us not being together long ago.
But sometimes the memories of the moments we share comes unnoticed and I just can't help but feel sad and wish for him to come back to me. It's so sill that even I sometimes laugh at my stupidity. However, I can't stop wishing for him, wishing for more.
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