that silhouette infront.

times we chanced upon each other,
it's funny how we do not speak.
maybe it's in that silence that
we understood.

but i like that silence no more.

cos you are so far away now,
not that you were always near,
but at least
i thought i felt you,
when your days seemed brighter.

but my days are less bright.

you're the silhouette infront,
i'm the silent figure behind.
watching,
with silent prayers
and silent tears.

i'm simply the sappiest shit ever.