You seem to not get enough of this photo?
Well, how can I when it's the only thing I have about him.
You know, I still somehow deep in my heart want to visit him, sit next to him and have a conversation with him or even a small talk would perhaps be enough if only a word or two were to be shared between me and him. I miss him, I want to hug him for the last time if I could .
Everytime I raise up my head and in instant my eyes would meet the shiniest star, it glows like a gold that reminds me of his like Amber eyes, and I would fall for those eyes again and again in an endless loop.
I miss him, I feel his warmth, I can sense his presence here within me,yet the truth to be spoken, I might just be speaking a folklore.
I miss him.
YOU ARE READING
Lost, Found, Silence
FantasyHave an eye, have a sight Speak your words, tell them all the lies that you know Have an eye, have a dare To speak the truth That once was taken from you. Welcome.
