Me and him
Loved each other for three years
Known for seven years
That promise of ten years of waiting has ended long ago
People around each other come and go
Have always maintained light contact, alienated and ambiguous
I have always wanted to put my first love with him into clean words
I started to regret burning the 66 unsent letters to ashes.
Those thick diaries were also placed at the bottom of the box in the utility room by my father during the move...
Me and him now
Each is single
After a short stay, he returned to the tropical island country
And I harvested my work and returned to this far northern city
We are separated by the equator and 40 degrees north latitude
when alone
I still think of him
That name has been deeply ingrained in my heart
Become a habit of missing...