look at me now.

Sunday 3 May 2015

ideate wonder.

Sometimes I think about days yet to happen. 
Where you would decide to pick up your phone and ring me.
Ask me to come over or get me. We'd go someplace safer, 
somewhere only we know, relived the moments dead and gone.
We would talk about things, I hope we do. Anything at all, 
we can talk about us and old times. I swear we wouldn't feel so missing.

Like old times. We'd go back in time. One more time. 
Even if this would be the last time. As who we were. As us.

-riri-

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