I didn’t realise this at first,
Only after few years later.
Only after I read back what I wrote.
Everything I wrote was about you.
Life after you.
Life with you.
And life before you.
And honestly, I was happy.
Reading about my life which its core centre was you.
After so long of not meeting you,
After so long of not talking to you,
Having a great conversation,
I have seemed so lost whenever I wanted to write.
I no longer found the will to write.
And everything that I wrote seems so meaningless,
Without you in it.
I wonder will I ever found my muse?
Will I ever find the will to write again?
I hope one day when I do write,
It is no longer about you.
I hope it is no longer about the longing I felt towards you.
If I cant even do that,
Then will I ever move on from you?