• runakasi_ 20w

    With each passing day, I realize, I miss you a little more than yesterday

    I reach out to every new person I meet, but none of them reached to my heart the way you used to meet
    I see people around me making memories, as I sit alone missing our memories
    I feel your presence with me although there's no one present with me
    I know they say "there's some good in goodbye", but where's the good in not having a chance to say goodbye
    A part of me always knew that we'd drift apart, but I held on to the hope that we might not
    With each passing day, I realize, I miss you a little more than yesterday
    ©runakasi_