March 01, 2023

Poetry,

I anchored my longing in my wishful thinking

I anchor my longing in my soul

so that there is no one who knows my complaints

I miss you

I miss your smile

I thought you wouldn't leave but reality turned out to be different from our original expectations.

I want to be with you like before

having fun laughing in the air

stanza after stanza we sew into memories

stanza after stanza we sew into pleasure

everything I have tried to keep us together

but bantala doesn't approve of the two of us