inside

tick. tick. tick.
the clock's hand moves rhythmically.
bit by bit time seems to slow down, the hand stops.


i stare blankly as i rekindle the memories i hate to remember right now.
but yet they just keep flowing back in through my mind.
the times we had our cold-wars.
the times we had our reunions.
the times we cried in each other's arms.


and yet when i wish to have someone to turn to, everything just disappears.
you were never there for me.
why didn't you come back?
why didn't you ask about my feelings me?
why didn't you say something?
why didn't you?
i'll tell you why.



the hand starts its rhythmic ticking again.



because you ARE me.



tick. tick. tick.