Remorse // g.d.

interlude i.

The stranger is back,

she's back, and in front of my face.

I saw the way she looked at me,

heard the voice she spoke of her London pride.

All I could ever think was of how

she brought back my missing pieces from outer space.

But she'll never be like her.

This feeling of bliss flew at myself

as we were alone in the room.

However it left

when she exited and again, I felt gloom.