i.
tomorrow is the day i will wake up on my own and say:
i am missing your oversized t-shirts, i am missing your stories
about knights in shining armours and damsels in distress, i am missing your
fingertips on my jawline,
i am missing your long bedtime kisses and wake up calls in the morning,
i am missing your eyes that used to shine.
but i am not missing you.

ii.
today i found hidden love letters and dying desire when everything was meant to be perfect.
today our bodies curved into each other, like no jigsaw
would have fitted, but pieces were missing.
today your eyes were burning and we tried and we tried and we tried.
today we walked down the highway and you said; maybe
we could have tried harder and maybe this is not how it is supposed to be.

iii.
yesterday, everything was beautiful.