Such stories won’t exactly share

How I’m feeling, how I felt

Telling stories about you

Won’t be really enough



It’s one’s owns choice

Just like any other feelings

But some are felt involuntarily


What do I remember,

When it’s you I’m thinking about?


I believe these are

Fragmented stories



Blurred up vision of someone


Just like opening your eyes

In salt water

It’s kind of hard to open it afterwards

You’d want to stay close eyed

For a little lot longer


Just like falling asleep


Of beautiful blissful dreams

You’d never want to wake up from


Reminiscing about what happened

Recalling it a thousand times

From different angles

From different views

From different perspectives

Yet coming up short for a reason


Another chance

Another encounter

Another story

A sequel?




A proper goodbye.



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