ill miss missing you

Remorse 

is what you will feel 

when you look into the eyes of a person 

who you shared your crayons with 

and wore your tragedies on his shoulder 

only to find out that he is a stranger. 

You don't recognize the perfume or the sly smile,

you've never seen before the shade 

and the size of his eyes.

His heart beats an unfamiliar tune 

and all along he puts a mask 

before the alarm wakes you up.

Disappointment 

will flow from tiniest nerve to your hands 

—that don't exactly fit his.

The unheard voice would knock your eyes 

like a person you unknowingly bumped

on a street composed of new faces 

and fading lampposts.

The gut-wrenching void would enlarge every ticking of the clock

until you wake up before him.

A peculiar person is lying on your bed 

as you sleep alone again.