Just Me (recovered)

Assalamualaikum

It's true that,
It's not that the absence of someone making us hurt,

It's the flashbacks that come after it.
It's the memories that follow.

Thinking about everything that was so fine,
Thinking about the impossibilities that I thought were totally impossible,
But now we could see 'em driving us crazy right before our eyes,

Moving on is easy,
Someone did it like so fast and so smooth, just like you.

But some might have a seriously hard time to do it.
Still cling on to the tapes of the past,

It's the flashbacks that keep holding me back,
It's the memories that keep making me smile,

Those were sweets.

For me, at least.

Just me.


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