Prena Poetry

it’s not something so surprising
but surely, i will be honest that-sometimes-it’s kind of heaving, how the only thing on my mind would be you.

i try and try; put myself on a path
and remind that, yes i will live another day,
only to know that I’m walking back again, back to home with the same longing arms and feet. i just can’t stop it.

it’s overwhelming how it consumes me, slowly and gravely and beautifully.

but on another thought,
i can’t really stand under the same sky. and tell how much-how badly, I miss being the same me, as with you.
i can’t really leap the autumn sadness and reach out to the place, where you would be currently sitting down with a warm cup of coffee and flipping the pages of your favorite book.

would think of me then?

i don’t know.

because here i am folding papers and scribbling poetries of how i may never touch the stars but you would.
here i am, alive at 11:11,

showing flashlight in the night sky and pondering did we even meet in the parallel universe. and is it even okay, to be this way and to live this way.

and so here i am all again, holding a crumbled note and watching the sun crawl behind these mountains. with a slow and gripping realization, that ‘i love you so achingly’

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