one day my head will get rid of any thoughts of you,
the espresso smell lingers on my bedsheet, which i still recognize as your signature perfume, one day will be just the smell i remember as another cup i spilled on.
our pictures, that each captured your smile with the whole universe held in it, they may still hanging on my bedroom wall. but i promise one day they'll be gone, the wall will be just as empty as my eyes run out of tears.
every memory i still romanticize, every thought about you and i are meant to hinge, are going to fade.
any pain and regrets are soon will be relieved,
and i will set myself free from all the words you left unsaid.
