Veaina Lopez

How To Meet You Again?

I never thought a simple sight could melt my whole being. Exhausted lungs because of laughter with your new companions, the way you start and end your day rinsing your soul with the hazy thought of my presence. Old, paced hallways like the ones you walked through without catching a peer of my silhouette are still there, perhaps wondering why your amorous hands are not scrunched around mine. It feels like a cycle; slowly failing to bypass enormous invisible daggers.