Sheep Meadow

Just a week ago, I thought I could finally have a go at it again.

Ten days later, I saw him walking away.

Him, back to his own road and me, back to mine.

I don't blame him. We were like two sheeps who passed each other in Sheep Meadow.

By right, my heart should be breaking into a million pieces right now.

But I do not feel anything, nothing.

It has made me realized there was nothing inside to begin with anyway.

There.

However, I do not regret having met him.

Instead, I was thankful for him giving me a whirlwind of a time.