Anagapesis


I dont know when I started looking for you in every crowd.

Or getting butterflies having your scent on my clothes.

Loving hard for me was a disease that I didn't mind dying by.

But the cure seemed to hurt worse than yourself.

It has been years since me not being able to see you; yet why is it this morning, of all morning, I didn't think of you?

Why is it that now when I get a text I'm not running to see if it's you?

Why is it now that I can see all shades of colors and not just rose?

Whoever said time heals all scars were right somewhat.

Because the indifference I feel for you now makes me smile in a way I never thought I could.

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