And count beads of sweat on your forehead.
Trace the lines of your grassy hair with my eyes.
Even the blackheads on your nose look charming.
You were my only sight to see that year.
You, and you, and only you.
You were my only sound to hear every evening.
You, and you, and only us, two.
I miss heading to our place, walking in the crowd.
And you appear out of nowhere, catching up
Earphones on, stubborn stare ahead, your slouched pace
Slows down with mine.
I roll my eyes, and jog up in a run
You pull me back, and tell me wait up.
I say to myself, Ha! You talked to me first.
And the rest was a blurr.
We hide in the back, lost in our chats
Of animes, and samurais and j.r.r. tolkien
To be honest, I didn't like the subject.
But I wouldn't miss it for the world, to be your only receptor.
I loved walking home with you in the late evenings.
Playing with our shadows, as the Blue Moon bears witness
To our awkward silence, buzzing thoughts
On what to talk about after one topic is ended.
Remembered how you urged me, on one of our evening walks
To run down the highway on a GREEN light!
I screamed YOU MUST BE CRAZY!
And yet, I ran because I didn't mind your craziness.
I miss your funny thoughts, sarcastic realizations, and childish games.
I miss our spotlight, standing out from the crowd.
The inseparable duo, surrounded by speculations.
But for us, we just shrug them off.
And remember our first few days together?
How you pulled my plastic chair close to yours
Because we had some catching up to do.
And on my mind, I was like: Hey, that's too close!
Sigh. I miss you a lot. You may think I shrugged off too.
But the truth is, I didn't.
Every freaking moment with you, I kept deep inside.
Like a glowing talisman, they kept me warm and alive.
You were my biggest What If?
My What Could Have Been. My Almost.
And now in my lonely journey,
You have become my treasured What Used To Be.
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