21st of January


tonight—

the wind blows, the cloud gets grey,

a thick fog rises from far away,

she hears it’s drizzling outside,

washing clean the misty doubt.


tonight—

she lost in her thoughts,

thinking of what she could’ve told,

somehow she hopes he knew,

that remembering today is a due.


tonight— 

to the metaphor and rhyme, 

she tried to keep a shallow mind,

from its root and beyond time,

convincing herself to leave it all behind.


- 21st of January

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