About three years on September 24th,
we pinky promised to be by each other\'s side.
We cried in each others shoulders, wipe each others tears,
pull the other when one is down,
hype the shit out of the other with the adequate words,
called each other \"soulmate\" \"Mama\" \"Bestie\" \"Baby\",
\"Darling\", “Boo”, “Other half”, “Sistah”.
Listened to one when the other called,
sustained their hands when the other was lost.
Sadly, happiness didn’t last long,
The way I thought…
But once another comes into the picture,
you count your steps wrong, times passes.
It seems the world rotates and you never met.
You don\'t even dare to engage in conversation,
it isn\'t easy as it was before,
our prides choke our throats.
Suddenly, I find myself in this room
looking through memories: scrolling through my phone,
pictures, videos, notes, letters, poems, hugs, kisses.
I see her face full of love, mine full of joy.
Our laughs are loud and similar
Those moment we shared, we thought they will never end.
This sensation of emptiness which she once filled invades,
the urge of having her back and guilt kills me.
But asking for forgiveness, that\'s my default
And resentment is yours.
\"I thought I had you\" you simply said.
\"I\'m sorry\" repeatedly I pledged.
You finished \"Maybe it\'s for our own good\"
I thought, \"It\'s alright,
I knew it wouldn\'t last so long too\"