Lets keep this simple,
I miss your wide eyes.
I’m always surprised how you could make me feel a certain way.
As if I’m in some sort of make believe play.
I miss how things were.
But we can’t just stay this way.
We can’t play as if he never remained.
In the end,
this is a trend that can’t keep up.
This isn’t love.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2015