This hollow breeze hits me every time I step foot on this city.
Not the pollution, not the unbearable traffic, nor the social gaps I hate.
It’s the reminder of the changes that happened between us.
A feeling of “what did I do wrong” that drift us so far away, and I know it’s not about the distance.
I don’t long for you because I miss you or because I still want you by my side.
I’m longing because I felt like we used to be each other’s special spot to strip down.
Not romantically, not even to hold hands, but just in vulnerability.
A couple sentences of life update, an annoying yet calming solution that you used to offer here and there, your progresses, your lullabies, and your role as the man of the house.
I want to know how the highlight of the stage is treating you.
But it’s all changed. And I’m okay with changes.
The difference is, I think about you on my highs and lows - I long for your presence in the split seconds between my life events.
But you, you’re complete with or without me.
You’re content with your whereabouts and whom with.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. i’m happy for you.
It’s just a bit hurt to know that I’m no longer relevant to your pages.
Well I guess the only way to read some of your stories, is just to listen to the silence.
