Oct 31, 2018
Sitting at the place Where i first saw you, Where I first heard your voice, Your silly laugh, And for the first and last time Felt your warm touch. Here I am - Sitting, hoping, That I might see you once more, But instead my eye catches a sign Saying: "Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, Not yet..." (and the rest Is covered up by a plant), Looking right back at me. My mind rushes to ask: "Is this a sign?" But, quite literally, it is. You're not gonna come, Not for me at least. You don't care, Not for me at least. You are you, Happy and in love with someone else, And I am me, Reading signs That always say: "Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, Not yet, Not yet..." (and the rest Is covered up by a plant). M. Ķ. // 2018
