When I'm alone, there's a thought.
"It'll be nice, to meet him, once."
I don't know why and how that thought come, it's just come
but then another seconds, I realize.
I miss him, a bit too much.
"What's he doing, who's with him, does he happy..." all those questions coming like a storm
no, not a storm, but a rain, just a rain
sudden rain pour. with a cold wind
strike me to the bone
and I can't just forget and move like I used to
wet to the bone with this rain
tick tick tick
the rain hitting the windows, one by one by one
and all off them hitting it
hitting me
Had thought to go to your place
or wherever you are, just to say
I miss you
but then, I don't even know where you are
I just wish you still have that smile
the smile that always, always make me weak.
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