You know how it has never been easy for me to be in the same universe with you. Watching you from the tiny sill on my locker.
I used to saw you, cheerfully marching in the corridor with the gang of yours. Talking about malls, and movies I do not understand.
It's funny how the locker has became a part of my life. All day hiding there, pretending to take my notebooks, while I secretly mesmerized by your light chuckle from afar.
It is never occurred to me -- even in my dream -- that I would be the reason behind your conduct. Say your laugh, your smile, your cry, your screams, your pain, your happiness.
But at least, I can see you closer now.
At first, I was guessing that I could live by that. But I miss your smile and laugh. Where did they go?
Now, all I'm hearing are painful screech, piercing cry, and bitter laugh.
Through a peephole in my basement door, I watch you day by day.
Do I have to lose you too?
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