• ketakki 9w

    I know it's been a long time, since I last saw you.
    My touch on your skin is probably been washed away.
    A hundred times.
    Maybe your hair don't curl like they did
    around my fingers earlier.
    Your voice may not be sounding the same.
    It has deepened over all these years; I guess.
    Maybe you don't even look or smell the same.
    Or you probably still do. I've honestly got no idea.
    For a lot has changed.
    But midst all of this remakes of our own selves,
    I hope my name still ignites a fire within you.
    Just like yours does in me.