My father always said, you can’t miss the train. There will always be another on. Or you have to walk. Things all need their time, no need to force them, or you will break your neck. Maybe their is nothing to miss, but the truth inside yourself. Maybe.
Low hanging thoughts rotate inside
tasteless and without any colors,
fading me away – should i really mistaken this?
our long deep conversations and dried tears,
our jokes about our human incompetency,
your always clear and direct spoken words,
which helped me to understand the unspoken.
I miss it.
I miss you.
This is going through and through
to know that our expectations
taking different directions.
Directions without the other one.