...

there you go again

they say that the first snow of the year

melts the fastest

the first flower of the season

dies the quickest

i never was fond of snowmen and bouquets

in the first place

(i wish i was)

...

you ran out of tears to cry

the other day, i didn't have

tissues or a shoulder then.

i'll have them next time,

i promise

...

years that never happened

months that never came

all the time wasted

we'd say, and we laughed

from beyond the palace

that we were supposed to build

together

...

for what it's worth, you were

worth everything to me.

2024.05.03 // ;;