Crossing the Street
November is the windiest month
Stirring memory and desire,
Thoughts about the past springing in my mind…
Wait, does memory always coincide with desire?
With pain?
Na, not really. I’m just reminiscing.
Now with the textbook burdening my shoulder,
Contact lenses hurting my eyes,
The whirling wind drying my skin,
I’m drowning in the memory
–Of you.
Cat:
- Moody Rants, Love | Time: 2:31 pm (UTC+8)
