• whitewings 21w

    Sometimes you miss someone.
    And that's the beginning and end of it.
    There's no desire
    to talk or meet.
    No hope of any kind.
    No resentment, no pain,
    no emotions buried alive.
    You just miss them...
    like you miss your childhood,
    your college, your school,
    your hostel room,
    that trip you took
    ten years ago in June.
    All the things that have been left behind.
    Things that will never return into your life.

    ©whitewings