Oh there he comes
As our eyes meet
But the feeling stood for a while
I have a flashback of our embraces
And the warmth of the kisses.
A recap of event crosses my mind
And as I sigh
I skip a heartbeat.
Maybe he has finally realized
That I have my heart turned to a stone
All the closeness I felt
Turned despair in cyclone
Everything left behind has turned grey
Perhaps it took him a while
Maybe I was in a hurry with my feelings
But now, as I look at him
Through the door, I smile
As I see him desperate
With his spirits that reconcile to mine
And even for briefly
Those traces I leave behind
Are pleasingly worthwhile.
Thank you so much for such warming feedback for my previous post. Assuming that you waited anxiously for Part II, here I am as promised. Honestly, it has been a different experience writing it, and I am sure people may have experienced similar feelings.
“Some love stories aren’t epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn’t make them any less filled with love.” –Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City
For those who haven’t read Part I of this poem: https://aseraphicsoul.wordpress.com/2020/04/24/the-moonlit-part-i/
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