This is weird--
I'm laughing
and crying
at the same time;
The world suddenly
becomes blurred
through my tears.
When I say
I'm leaving,
I should be
celebrating,
not running around
trying to find
a pencil
to write down
each and every
memory of you.
Isn't it enough
that you left
your marks
everywhere
around me
and the breeze
is fingering
the ivory keys
to replay our story
to remind me?
Truly I wonder
how long it'll take
for everything
to fade away.
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