alone for now

in a room with full of sorrow
a lot of agony
a bunch of sadness
make it splendid
is a hardest
fix to unrigid.
gratify it with who am i
gnarly to stop with the pensive matter of mine.

Yes it was you.
It was me and you before.
but now? who I am without you?

A blast me that you called
true me that i think you’d never know
despite of it,
I know in my heart that
there was you,
even the existence of this distance.