i thought a lot.
i wrote many things.
though i knew it wont be heard.
and i knew it wont be seen.
not even a glance.
i would cry if i could.
i would say sorry million times.
if only i could see what it is, inside that case.
locked solemnly. safe and sound.
i’ve tried to be present for a hello.
i’ve swallowed my pride to take the first hi.
if only a sorry would be good.
i would say it million times.
i couldnt forgive me.
its not that easy.
but its not easy to forget too.
questions are the abundance.
uncertainties are the distance.
if only this would be seen, and understood.
i would say sorry million times, and a thank you.
it was a beautiful thing.
what i grew with.
and now its time for me to stop.
for blaming my case, my fault, my choice.
cause maybe it was done, as it indeed shouldnt be there for an existance.
and here i will have this beautiful destiny to grow with, insya Allah.
as everyone will do too.
so, this will be the last.
i am sorry. and thank you.🙂