We will both cry
Cry because once for long I felt it.
Didn’t want to look at anyone else,
I didn’t realize anyone else existed.
Made poems for him, talked for hours.
Now nothing is left out to be called ours.
Cry because I do not feel it anymore.
Look at no one else though I want to,
always stop only because he exists.
No more to tell, no more to discover,
no more of what once was now is.
And this he does not know yet.
But one day all these will be said
and we’ll both have wide open eyes.
We’ll see we’ve been living our lies.
We’ll both cry and our tears not hide.
