When the coldness of the night bite deep into your bones, or when the blazing sun burns your skin - you will realize you no longer able to remember their touch.
In between the laughter in your brunch or the soft mumbles during your dinner - you came to know you have long forgotten their voices.
And soon, you'll find yourself staring a little bit longer in the dark before you can fall asleep.
You hold yourself a little bit too tighter, to brush off the longing for theirs.
And you read a little bit more, hoping you can remember how they pronounce every words written.
You hold yourself a little bit too tighter, to brush off the longing for theirs.
And you read a little bit more, hoping you can remember how they pronounce every words written.
You wish you had stare at them more, or hold them tighter, or listen to them every time they needed to talk, just so maybe, some memories stay longer-
but only now and then you know that you're only given what you're willing to give.
but only now and then you know that you're only given what you're willing to give.
