Distance.
This must be one of the darkest moments in my life.
My head is full of thoughts of uncertainty, and failure and defeat.
I dread each day’s passing, counting them off till my departure.
I fear leaving all these behind me.
I fear that in leaving, I may be left behind.
I regret not being able to do things I could’ve enjoyed while I am here.
I regret saying words that were half-thought, and not saying sorry at the proper time.
My prayer is that people don’t forget me, and I don’t forget them.
Not the laughter and the smiles, the warmth, the sun.
Not the sensations of love and being loved.
I pray that even if people change, a part of them stays the same.
