one last time

12-2-2017
Sunday

 It's 3 in the morning and I can't stop thinking about you, no matter what I can't shake it off. Your voice keeps ringing in my head and I told myself that today is the last day I am thinking about you, today is the last time I am thinking about the things I like about you. The corner of your eyes and how they crinkle when you smile and the color of your eyes how they become brown when you smile and turn a shade darker when you are serious. How you throw your head back when you laugh loudly and how you shy away when someone stares at you. How your hair is all messy and brushed at the same time, how you never bother about getting a glass or a cup when you drink water, how you chug water and choke every time. How you suck the smoke from your cigarette and exhale it instantly like it's too much to take it and how you forget to exhale the smoke when you watch something you like. How you cough every time and then promise to never do it again only to do it again everytime. So I am missing you for the one last time, I am missing your giggles and your jokes as I stare at the last piece of half-burned cigarette. I am missing all the slangs we created together like it was our secret language. And more than everything I miss your smile, your damn smile, your voice, your musical voice and you, the piece of art, I miss you. 


13-2-2017
Monday

You know how yesterday I said it was The Last Day of missing you, well I think things don't always go according to the plan.