One last time

Artwork by Puuung

I'm gathering the memories I have of you and me,

The song you sang for me, that one blurred photo from our first date, the time you got me a tissue because I had a cold, the dinner where you refused to let go of my hand, the messages you sent that would always make me smile, the rides around the city, the time we drank and danced in the corner of the bar, the night you kissed me under the stars, the morning I woke up next to you, the evenings I spent with you, my every day with you... 

One last time, I'm gathering the memories I have of you and me, and putting them away in a box, so that they don't haunt me every day. 

Talk

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I want to talk to you.

About the moon shining so bright,

about the scary noise outside my window,

about the new song I can’t stop singing,

about that unsettling feeling in my heart,

about that fear you’ve been hiding,

about that worry that keeps you awake,

about nothing,

about everything.

I know you’re not ready.

But I want to talk to you,

So I’ll pull up a chair next to mine and wait till you want to talk too.