9:15 pm . gale
we keep crossing paths
with heads turned down
against an invisible wind,
it must be destiny then
that we should never meet.

i keep turning around in the dark
letting the hours turn into decades,
restless, undiluted regrets
i sit on the floor
half in tears,
you must be blind
you must not care.

so many moments where i ponder it all
don't know why you won't let me
let go.

i still believe
in great mistakes.

nostalgia . uncertainty