Our Days Are Getting Shorter
Today
my music pops on at the right time.
I take a step,
and flash a smile likely unseen.
Everyday
he has yet to be told.
I walk to my bus,
and have yet to rid of this empty feeling.
But yesterday,
things were decided.
I changed into new clothes,
and considered my self set deadline.
Tomorrow
it's not going to leave my brain.
I will walk away from our bus again,
but it long stopped residing in my heart.
So why spare the thought?
- March 6, '18
#crush
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