The old book

I thought
flipping the pages for a while would be okay.
So I let memories flip it and recall the feelings.

Turns out
the words which was ignored, comes popping up in head.
The conversations, the laughs, the ignorance, the bliss.

Then I realized,
it was the feelings I've been missing.
It was the hatred that dissolving in memories.
And there was you,

indulging together with the scent of old book pages.

And I let your thoughts wrap my nerves,
wondering how the days would be,
if we were still a "we".


Gambang
16 December 2014.