III. time
they say the universe has perfect timing: I'll doubt it until you come back to me
A void, filled with existence,
no words to describe it.
But isn’t that what you left me with?
I want to be angry at you,
scream
fight, tear the house down
cry.
I cried since the moment you left.
Little less every day, but still...
I can’t help but wonder when we’ll meet each other again
as I’m sure, our time hasn’t reached the end.
It has just been paused.
