I stare blankly on people’s faces
Everything now is alien to me
I see hallow words written and said
Used to think I’m good at those
I eat lasagna and I cry inside
What a stupid way of eating such
I avoid places where I spent hours talking to you even if you weren’t there in the first place
I dread using my headset ‘coz I learned to only hear your voice in the process
I hate swallowing now.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
You once made my travel home a ride of a lifetime
Now it takes days and the destination, I no longer find ideal.
I don’t know where to go now.
Should I go home and sulk?
Should I stay here longer and get reminded of you
I choose to stay. As there really aren’t any real choices to begin with.
I feel the same wherever I am.