They say don’t let your past affect your prssent and future-- but it does, one way or another

Sitting here alone--

Watching,

as the brightness of the sun is slowly covered by the moon,

I closed my eyes

Reminiscing--

The warmth of your fingertips as it caress may face

Tracing intricately all the details as if sketching and creating a masterpiece--

Tears slowly ran down my face

As i smell your musky and old spice scent which i love so much

The remaining scent that's left on the shirt that I've been hugging for years--

Heart aching for i know that all I can do is remember,

All is nothing but a memory

Sweet memories that keeps on breaking me each time i reminisce..

No one knows..

That despite the noise and laughter that surrounds me

I still cry silent tears for you..