Outside the window, the lights turn off one by one. At some point, I’ve grown used to the darkness. I hold onto you in the memories that I can’t throw away. Again today, I am fighting with my tears. Everywhere I walk, I see you, your traces, your scent, that touch of yours. It comes to me faintly and thickly spreads just like when I first saw you. I’m still the same, there’s so much that you gave to me. Anywhere I go, memories are there, I think I miss you, I’m still not used to being alone so I look for you.
At some point, one day, two days pass, I am holding onto the time in my small room. I don’t know since when but I trap myself here. For all this time, I have stopped here alone. Everywhere I look, you are standing next to me, those times, that image, just like back then. I’m scared it might disappear so I bury them in my memories still, like a fool.
I guess that’s how it is. There’s so much I couldn’t do for you so I have this lingering attachment to you. I guess it calls to me. I try to fill myself up with you like this so I look for you.