Of all days in August Of all the random talks Of all the time we spent amidst your busy schedule Of all the unspoken words during our lunch together Of all the unsent messages of "how was your day?" Going deeper into the detached connection and affection, the missing profound and meaningful conversation, the endless emptiness and pain, and every hug and touch that should've felt like coming home Now, for the thousand times, still leaves me wondering if every relationship has its own precipice, what kind of precipice is manifesting ours? Kelapa Gading, 4th September 2023 When August slipped away into a moment in time and you weren't mine to lose
I take notes and keep you as a draft.