melancholy

I’m a Liar

Painting by Gianluca Gambino

 

They asked me

how often do I

still think about you —

maybe sometimes,

or every so often;

perhaps from time to time.

 

They asked me

how often do I

still think about you,

and I lied.

 

I lied when I said

I thought of you

sometimes or that

you were on my mind

from every so often.

because the truth is

 

you were never not

on my mind,

 

I have never

not remembered you.

I bear the feel of you, the

thoughts of you

every

single

day.

 

They asked me

how often do I

still think about you,

the truth is,

 

I still always do.

 

Darling, even though you

didn’t stay,

you will

always linger

in the back of my mind, or on

the corner of my lips or the

tips of my fingers.

 

Traces of you will

always live in me,

on me.

 

I remember,

I know I will

always remember.

and though at times

 

I crave to just forget,

sometimes,

I still wish that

I don’t.

 

—

Written by Kaila Trish Masa

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