I still wonder whenever I get home

If you’d be there in the visitor parking

Waiting for me to get home

Just so you could see me

I still wait for your name to appear

Whenever my phone rings

How are you?

What are you up to?

I still cry like a crazy bitch

who misses you here with me

It was a short time

But it was my everything for a while

My dreams are the same

I don’t quite remember them

But I know you were there, still

And it’s a torture giving me illusion

I want to blame you

I want to curse you

But instead, in my heart

You are my love. Still.

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