the night is old, it is getting late and later and i have to admit, the city is cold without you here. my words never rhyme well, i have problems with words but you know the best way to fix it all by making me speechless, no words left to say therefore no problems to solve and even with no words you know i never love you less. this is the end of the world, everything crumbles, rumbles, grumbles everything is falling and everything reminds me of you ever since. in this cold flesh eating night i found you on the poems written on my diary on the fridge you left your post-it on my shoesrack on the sink on every surface on my skin i found you well even why i try not to. pieces of you and me were scattered like a puzzle and i tried finding pieces of myself only to fail because we were together for so long our pieces meld and i can’t find myself whole again and i have to live with the fact that you’re not mine. i am listening to a song and at the end of it the singer sings “not a single star on seoul sky tonight” then i think of you. hope you’re somewhere where the sky filled with stars and the world is not ending any time soon and the wind is nice not too cold yet too hot and the sun is beaming and the ice is not melting and you are finally happy.
