How The Tense Changes By: a hurricane between the rain No comments

It is when you're not remembering the day you've been planned for.

It is when you're not dying to go early just to watch him perform.

It is when you're not going to do some fake handwashing just to see how fine he plays football.

It is when you're not wondering what love song he listens to on Path tells about.

It is when you're not expecting his name anymore while unlocking the phone.

When you two meet,

you both smile,

but are not sharing the same wrinkles under the eyes.

You will go to a movie,

but will not be intertwined with each other's arm.

You will eat doughnuts with the same flavour together,

but will not sit on the same corner anymore.

You will be put on a packed hall together and are not going to tiptoe around to search for the sight of his hair.

You will not shout his name to say don't when the rain comes and he still wants to go.

When he lits a cigarette,

you will standstill,

and are not going to attack him with thousand words of a lecture.

You will have a big, happy day and are not going to run into him anymore to tell everything you've been through.

And when you do that fist bump before leaving,

when you tell him a short story,

when you both laugh at the same thing,

you're not going to look into his eyes anymore.

And if you do,

you will find nothing.

And I think it's just how the tense changes.

.[love]

[loved].

—b, 17/12/16