Prena Poetry

We thought it was alright meeting half way as broken souls. We thought it was so much fun to walk into your parents apartment and drink cola mixed with wine. We thought we could be more with each breathtaking moments in our laughter. And maybe, somewhere in between mid night talks and meeting up for a cigarette or some poetry book, we thought we were falling in love. The ache under our rib cage made promises to watch the sun till the world collapsed to last of its remains.

But, we were wrong. To think that we were meant for each other.

Even if what we felt was so right. It wasn’t something that would last till the world ended. It was some magic of a flying moment that caught us breathing the same air and watching the sky at 11:11.
Even if seeing each other made us fall even deeper. Even if we talked about futures that was never ours. We knew, we weren’t made for each other. And it’s okay.

I haven’t been better for the last years. And I know, you are somewhere there, watching television and drinking cola mixed with wine and thinking of me in every sip. While I lay in living room sofa and think of the stars that I can never touch. And its okay. Because we are not the only ones living and existing like this.

But, if the world ends tomorrow. Would you think of me at tonight’s 11:11 and tell me that you also miss me. Would you then give me just one reason? If the world ends tomorrow. Would you come and see me once, at least to say good bye this time.

If the world was ending tomorrow, you would come over, right?