The Lost Memories
I can't recall clearly how our conversation began
I can't recall your exact words
But I could recall how my heart beat that night
How truth pierced
The Blue Cubicle
I came early that day. The blue cubicle awaited. Old friends greeted me, new ones shook my hand. Excitement, friendly faces, the warmth of my old workplace. It was unbelievable to think that I was thousands of miles away, and these people stayed. I unpacked my bag. Our photographs were the first to lay. On those blue cubicle walls, I wanted to see us every day. My co-worker's face peeked from my left side. "Hi. Can we..." he paused, but I knew a meeting came up. He saw our photographs. "Um. Your boyfriend?" I nodded and smiled. "Yeah." "What's his name?" And I proceeded. Talked about you first before any work-related conversation began. I was proud of you Proud of us Proud of how we loved. The pain from our last goodbye lingered, though. I still remember how it felt to disappear from that boarding gate. That day, we talked on Skype And the day went slow Five more months to go From this blue cubicle, I will make you proud Five more mo...
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