loneliness – IntrovertTheory

I miss you.

Your memories are so dearest

They make the present look lifeless

And future, much worse

I find it hard to believe sometimes

That I don’t receive the love

I give away in abundance

But then I am so bad at maths

I must have messed up the algorithm

More often than not

these late evenings

feels like a lump in my throat;

really hard to swallow

(P.S. The photo is clicked by me.)

I always look back at life

to acknowledge the progress i’ve made

But today when i look back

I notice everything has gone downhill

I guess it’s the first time i’ve realised

what progress looks like

Do you miss me too?

Or is it just me,

missing myself?