and wave

though I have a life of my own.
your shadow still haunts me at night.
playing like a song of wonderland
and drills my dream of the past.
I have again and again try to walk off the tale
I created with you.
yet I found myself stumble upon your face.
longing to visit my bittersweet memory.
the ghost of you that brings me the torture of life.
somehow ended as my source of serendipity.
wrapping me tight against my hatred over you.
I find myself blocked and torn apart.
and hate myself for the fact that I cannot hate you.
more so to leave you behind.
though I seem to care less.
the truth is that I will always be.
never once I looked down upon you.
not a single day I missed my pray for you to smile.