The .......ing game

Wanting

Waiting

Smiling

Having

Feeling

then

Resenting

Disliking

Realising

Hating

then

Leaving

~Hanya~

A strand of the past

How is it possible for you to own such feelings you lay claim to have for me

yet you lead your life without me

To reminisce with small fragments of the past in your fingers

yet not claim the right to touch my being with your hands

To speak of the precious times gone by

but to not touch my soul with your voice

How is it possible?

Hanya