The waves never knew if it should hit the shore again when we see each kisses became distant as evening sets in the sky but tomorrow they shall collide again, endlessly. Always. The shore never tires of the waves gradual kisses. The waves never tires of the shore pushing it away.
Or the mind that took a turn at Avenue 4 where the traffic swallows the people we love and she, her hands, let yours go to pursue the rose garden that is on the other side of the world. Meanwhile, you're stuck at the bakery that serves shitty coffee waiting for her face to be plastered on the bakery window, carving your name on her breath fog. Yesterday she promised you forever. It pains the heart. Heartache that a heart shaped box of tylenol couldn't fix.
Please remind yourself that the same girl that left also told you fickleness is a norm in the universe and that the stars we see right now as she point towards the strange patterns of lights are not in the same place they were a hundred years ago.
Some other day, he heard her say I promise you until the end and one day, a little unknown dot will be drawn as we anticipate if it's gonna be a comma or another line drawn or a letter but we will find release when we know it's the other end of the book cover we started.
