Missing Person : Please Contact The Owner Soon
It was long time ago;
All the way back when you couldn't bear the minutes of her absence.
When the
magic words of longing was blurted randomly that gets her heart beat crazily.
When the
smile carved on her lips lifted up the corner of yours as well.
When you said
it’s okay if you do all the talking since you’re drown in her voice and that
you’re willing to dial just to hear series of laughter.
When every
item is valuable because it was given by her.
When you smiled on songs that she said to be reminded of you.
When you
arrived at the front door just because she had a mild fever.
When you
sneaked out the cell phone just to capture her moment in silence.
Oh, and back
when you talk about the future and describing the perfect picture of two.
But then,
time passed by.
Tick and
tock.
A day without
her is normal to you.
The face of a
cell phone & gestures of people were where your eyes decided to wander
around.
The magic
words disappear in thin air; as if it doesn’t even exist in the first place.
A quick
glance to her smile then you raised an eyebrow; questioning the grin.
You got irked
when she called just to hear your voice and talked less; you said “I don’t have
anything to say”.
You don’t
feel like anything is worthy to accept anymore.
Songs are just melody that is meaningless.
You wanted to
be last person to help out that ailing girl.
You stop
taking pictures because you don’t like to be in pictures; even when she’s
beside you.
The future
doesn’t seem like you put her as your priority anymore.
With all the
reasoning and occurrence, how could this man dare said that she’s a selfish
person just because clingy is in her nature?
Why would you
say you can handle her attitude when she defined that she’s a mystery—sometimes
bipolar from the beginning?
Who spoiled
her from the start?
Who spilled
the sugary and oh-honey-bee pinky promises?
Who labelled
her a princess with a nickname that no longer be heard?
Oh dear Nas. You
opened the door yourself, and look how you suffer from the consequences.
Go back to
the old you.
Please, I
miss the old you.
The Nas who
is capable of handling & controlling, ain’t giving any shit to anyone, who
rule the world of oneself.
Please, just
go back and throw your arms out on me.
It’s too dark
and I’m petrified over here & I don’t want to reach out to anyone except
you.
End.
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