In two weeks, I will have to
leave you forever and you will never even know that you were
the centre of my galaxy, the
reason to get up in the morning, my
anchor and my guiding light, keeping me safe
throughout the night.
—
// & maybe we'll meet again in a super market in
a few years & you'll ask how i was doing, while
I'll might be trying to suppress the memory
of all-too-real dreams & lonely
nights.
(j.d.m.)
