I change the calendar today,
I started checking notes,
on what have I done,
and what have I missed.
I've found a note,
it said,
January 3rd,
send a letter to her.
I watch this note,
and I see how much I forgot you,
to even send you a letter,
a year later the last time,
our last time together.
I watch it and crossed,
as it fade away,
the hope to see you once more,
or you,
to even read that write.
It's not your fault,
I let you slip trought my fingers,
thinking you'll stay,
at least in contact,
by phone, with me.
Our destiny is happening,
it's meant to be apart,
we knew this would happen,
and I won't despair now,
since I say,
I miss you,
but I,
quit calling.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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