“miss you.” the last thing I said
when we went separate ways.
I can’t wait for the phone calls, chitchats and
long nights in bed.
everyday I look for someone
that is the same as the old days.
same laugh, same cries,
but lots of nights and days have gone
still longing but the search is done.
“how are you?” often I typed.
a lot of things I missed but rarely a sight.
I get surprised by the chitchats while in bed for a
the stories I want to hear
but what is there to really tell?
then I wonder what really are the memories
that in my mind still settle.