Poems and Prose and Girlhood

Leaving.

And if i let the book open, will you read it?
I mean, the book that contains my letter as a bookmark on every pages
I wrote it every moment that i'll think of you
And there is no time that i can remember that i didn't think of you
Because i do, i always do
And i hope you know.

Whenever we walk pass each other
I want you to call me and I want to smile at you
I wanted the very least of small interaction that we could do
All these people chasing butterflies
I could run in the contrary for a communication with you

It's what I want. It's just that.
The picture of you talking to me, and me listening to you

The idea of us smoothly going through the process of communication
Is the moon that I look up for every single night
And the star that I'm gazing to mesmerize my sight
But now I'm on my knees in the graveyard of my hopes
Watering the ground and weeds as my every tear drops
Praying for its rest in peace and solitude
With nothing to offer but a flower mosaic
Created from the broken pieces of my heart

Because I've reach the end of our story
I reached here all by myself
Because you went a different path from the road I took
Held a hand of a maiden that weren't mine
Promised to her your faith that I've been dreaming
You waved me a goodbye as you waived to her a ring
And it's what my eyes I prayed of not seeing
This is not the chapter I wished of having
Now, how can I rethink of my another happy ending?

Estl. 07-31-23