the same way

I’m not going to think of

you the same way.

Looking at the glassy

sea, a dark cup

on the lips for the

early morning.

I’m not going to feel

you’re gone, the same way.

As a chance that passed to

hold your waist

in the high school

hallway.

I’m not going to

talk about you

the same way.

As though we’d gone

forever in a world,

our lives combined together.

I’m not going to lose

you in the same way.

As though an atmosphere

was still there, once there

was no air.

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- ohhh... the closing is so stunning... -- what a beautiful piece of writing... -- the title seems simple on the surface but the way it unravels is so earnest and so magical...