in search of our home,
you erased the comma on my lines.
sent me aching words and statements.
we didn’t know what we were doing,
do you remember,
how cold the dawn was
or just a cup of coffee
which we spent together.
if they’re forgotten,
let it be.
we weren’t meant to be. barely.
but never enough, we will never be the same.
it’s broken. we gain no chance, not anymore.
so let me bury each pieces within a poetry,
let the feelings be the punctuation.
we could reminisce our memories,
or just remember this.
— we weren’t meant to be.