everywhere i used to wait for u. literally everywhere.
airports. bus stops. harbours.
standing on the streets at night and trying to figure out which shadow belongs to u.
standing next to a cemetery and wondering whether it is the correct location where we wanted to meet.
standing in front of a kiosk that sells newspapers and worrying about your evening rush hour traffic.
well, that is over for good.
i am no longer waiting for u.
neither do i weep tears about waiting in the past, nor am i hating the memories of waiting.