I am scared of departitions
I hate the thought, the feeling of people leaving
How they would turn their back and their silhouettes would disappear
How iloveyou's decreases less and less by meaning
For I wish they were here instead of
being a person I am missing.
When the person is not around
I see their ghost roam inside the room
Their texts I cling on scrollbacks
But all just flashbacks under the moon
Their smile, the ones I used to see in the morning
For which spelt sunshine in my days
Their voices etched in my brain repeatedly playing
Their familiar scent I long to smell
and the thing I could never accept, their farewell.