Early mornings
Don't you
think it's unfair that early mornings still carry your scent to my doorstep?
Whispers of
your voice resonate in my head. I don't hear them as clearly as before, but I
can distinguish your laugh among the ghosts that haunt me. I thought I was
doing better, but I realised that better ain't nothing but getting used to
missing you...
Another year
has passed. Early mornings don't smell like you anymore. Yet they carry the
ghosts of two younger versions of us, one that's reckless and another that's adventurous.
I'll be
lying if I say I don't miss you anymore, but I won't be if I say it doesn't
hurt anymore.
You're
welcome to live rent-free in my mind and to be the background of every thought
process my brain creates.
Even if we
aren't together, even if God forbid, we aren't meant for each other, I won't
resist the memories or the hope these early mornings bring; that some day you
loved me, that someday one day we'll have another chance with a more mature
version of us that will do it right, to know what forever really tastes like.
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