Read me

You held my hand 
so tight that night 
as the city lights blur 
while I look at them 
in the window. 
My head was resting 
on your shoulder. 
It was so peaceful. 

A scene like a canvass 
playing like a gif 
inside my head. 
A distant memory of 
being loved by you. 

I fell asleep comfortably 
in your protective arms 
made by heaven. 
It was as if the ride 
will never end. 
But I know, at a certain 
point, our parallel love 
will cross and you will 
let me go.

—  ⠀𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒
Kalon AzureComment