||: I nod, looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand, resting so near yours, I know you're already gone.
||: "I will make it easy for both of us," I tell myself.
||: I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin. I will smile and tell you that I'm happy for you because that's what you want to hear, and that is what I want to believe.
||: I will not hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I were going with you. Instead, I will keep in my mind that there is nothing between us anymore. Its just that the coffee is too warm, and I am so cold...
No comments:
Post a Comment