Thinking of You

May 29, 2017
By QijunZhong BRONZE, Tacoma, Washington
QijunZhong BRONZE, Tacoma, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair. --Murakami Haruki.


When red maple leaves fall
From somewhere above,
Erasing the slate path we used to walk on.
I slowly
Think of you,
But unable to unfold the words
I've long kept to tell you

 

When wind softly touches the empty swings
And the empty space around me,
I think of you:
Your voice, your ponytail, and the way you used to smile.

 

When I am alone and
Surrounded by faceless crowds
Under the cold winter clouds,
I think of you, and
Our splitted shadow in the day I let you go.

Maybe our hands will never hold
As void fills up our hollow souls.
Yet, sometimes I still think of you,
Think of myself, think of us back in those days
As I
Finally
Walk away.


The author's comments:

Just a piece to say goodbye to my crush for the last three years. It was the first time that I actually felt in love with a girl. I used to think the word "love" was too abstract for teenagers to understand, but certainly I was wrong. I really appreciated her for every inspiration she provided. But well, now it's the time to say goodbye.


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