• whitewings 26w

    I buried us in pieces.
    There's no one grave
    where I could go and sit and weep,
    reminiscing the bygone times.
    I buried a piece in every place
    I had taken you to,
    along with me...
    even when you were miles away,
    in some other city.
    I buried pieces on roads and highways,
    under trees
    whose shade felt like your embrace.
    I buried a piece on trains
    and flights and in cabs,
    where you had accompanied me.
    I've scattered us in too many places.
    And I did it on purpose...
    so that never in my life,
    even if I'd want to,
    I'd be able to collect them all
    and go back to being
    the person I used to be.