it's been fourteen years
your name's been engraved
but the weed grew upon your gravestone
i've been sure where i should've found you
but it's been four years now—
and the footsteps buried by the ground
the tracks to your house of memories
now's just a guideless road
had her grew flowers to your plain green lawn?
bet the swing we swung
now's just an obsolete timbered chair
the rope was just there
hanging on to the hopes we've built
but now i'm not really sure
if it's solid enough to carry
the memory of us
it's been years now—
your light blue eyes i've always looked for
lost in the crowd now
this people i passed by,
familiar faces but i don't recognize the names
was it you in that corner?
or the man who just bumped into my shoulder?
i've been sober now—
from the days i've thought that
maybe i wouldn't get over the story of us
it's like a stain in my dress
maybe i should've just bought another ones
maybe, i should've just move on
and now that i do
'you' just becomes another name
i've been buried
in last October
// it's hard to romanticize October now.
11.11.24; 9.22am