Dates
The significance or no significance of it.
Swaying over JIRA cards I suddenly looked at the calendar realising it's 31st October.
Five years ago, I used to go all pink and blushy today. I remember writing my best and favorite poem today.
Today, it's just a date, of a hazy memory with someone I would call my own. Of someone I will notice and not wave at, at the airport anymore. Of someone I'm the most jealous and proud of.
THE 31st October 2019.
Where this is the least of my pain.
For worse, but that's a story for different day.
A song, in remembrance, of a time when I was hopeful, chirpy, happy and lucky.
The significance or no significance of it.
Swaying over JIRA cards I suddenly looked at the calendar realising it's 31st October.
Five years ago, I used to go all pink and blushy today. I remember writing my best and favorite poem today.
Today, it's just a date, of a hazy memory with someone I would call my own. Of someone I will notice and not wave at, at the airport anymore. Of someone I'm the most jealous and proud of.
THE 31st October 2019.
Where this is the least of my pain.
For worse, but that's a story for different day.
A song, in remembrance, of a time when I was hopeful, chirpy, happy and lucky.
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