The memoirs of time has passed.
Winter is coming soon.
Yet I cannot forget about
Just being in here feels like déjà vu.
Time’s hands turn back just a little bit.
Looking back in this room, what did I miss?
Pulling out the P.C
Writing some poetry.
All comes together like lines of symmetry.
Missing the cat in my dreams.
Feels a wall goes in between.
What life seems to be….
And yet,
I wake up back in my old room,
Taking a sip of green tea.
Reading about Ichitaka and Iori.
Wondering about love.
Wanting that special Hug
Thinking about my plan
Living as guest in a friend’s home
Not feeling alone.
That terrible pain is gone.
Laying down in my sleeping bag.
Closing my eyes in prayer.
This day was good, Tommorow is next
Live life with no regrets.
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