You used to be the sunlight,
Peeking through my window pane
There used to that brightness,
Every time I open my eyes
The nights of endless phone calls,
And sweet stolen messages
My hand missed everything
Every now and then I turned
A step back and wonder,
If it really is my fault.
Yet, I end up asking
"Did I make this thing mess up?"
All the answers just end up
With another question.
I can't reach you,
And I built a wall again.
I wept and told my heart,
You and I, already disconnected.
Entry#31 (20 January 2015)