Letter 08 of 20

As another semester came by,
you transferred without saying goodbye.
I was looking for you,
yet you didn't come.
I was longing for you,
yet you didn't show up.
I said, "this is end"
of my love swaying in the wind.
It was sad but I tried,
to the point that to myself I lied.
I really missed you, my dear.
I looked at the window,
asking what you were doing.
I looked at the door,
thinking if you were okay.
Your image is what I thought,
Wish I could really fought
but my desire to see you once more,
prevails from my mind up to my core.

I wished that you come back.
I wished that you also think of me.
This is my eighth letter,
a letter of wish
and a letter of longing for you, oh dear.
But I don't have the choice,
I choose to move forward.
I choose to root for you from a far.
But then one day
in the alley of non-existing war,
We both stop at par,
You smiled and I cried,
even if I truly tried,
I can't help it.
After the ticking of the clock,
You really came back.

-writeful_bunny