It's the game of guessing, And i think i'm losing.

I woke up with soaky wet eyes.
I guess i cried on my sleep, but more like drowning to me.
I guess i woke up too early.
I guess i fell asleep too late.
I guess i didnt get enough sleep.
I guess when i woke up, i noticed that you're no longer there.

There.
Not even here.
Like the presence of your essence of existence.
The juice of every ion of your resemblance.
The shade of you standing in distance watching every step to meet you there.

There.
a sanctuary.
a place where i feel safe.
a place where i can always be myself.
a place where i don't need another fight.

I guess there's no more fight to get this right.
well what's there left to fight?

You cried.
I cried.
And then we laughed.
But then we cried again.
We cried because we're happy but drowned by the thoughts that. We're not meant to be.

I gave you love.
You gave me motivation.
You loved me back.
And gave me direction.

Where to?

I guess,
I'm just wrong.