I keep counting,
twenty eight,
twenty nine,
thirty.
Until I realized,
today,
is precisely a month
after you left me.
Not only me,
but my life.I'm here, and you're there.
We don't breathe the same air,
We don't walk the same path,
We don't see the same things,
We don't talk to same people,
Screw those who say
"At least we're under the same sky."
Because,
Our lives are totally different.
F a r a w a y.I know,
I shouldn't be this sad,
'cause you must be so happy,
living your new life,
living in such a beautiful place.But then again,
I was I,
you were you,
and fate was fate.Hundred miles away,
and I crave you everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for Him
RandomJust some poems I wrote for him, but I know he will never ever read these.