you have left your mark in me.

BenchThe wintry pats of your palms upon my hands grew a fading longing between the splintered bones of my lungs. After the thousand lapses of my visions with you in each millisecond, I aged with weariness of your face and my desperation. I held the last strings of fiction we had before I cut the thick ropes.

It was nice seeing you again—this time, to seal the deal of wrapping my already bruised heart with a soft cloth only for my veins to feel. Tomorrow, I would stand as tall as the dancing trees near my home; I would become the oak I forgot.

When tears spilled to your cheeks, I only felt the spark of hope for you—you would heal your regrets by your own head. I bid my farewell to you and it seemed as if you were only realizing the revelation I had within me, a few years back.

We were just two close strangers who never became humans.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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