To you,
While we listen to the same song
I think of you
You think of her
When we read the same sweet poems
I think of you
You think of her
I tell my friends about you
and you tell me, your friend, about her
I tell them how I wish you’re the one
You tell me you thought she was the one
Now you’re in pain because of her
and I’m in pain because of you
You look at me and tell me that you’re in the season of healing
I look back at you and tell myself that I’m in the season of waiting
Maybe, for now, we’ve yet so much to learn, that our hearts can’t cross paths yet.
Actually, I’m not certain if that will even happen, If our creator will allow the You and I to become us. For that her to become I.
But, I’d still listen to the same song with you, read poems with you, share stories with you.
From I.
