The Wanting

Late night between the blank space and all the tiredness of thinking, I found you again.

I found that teeth and the lips.

I found the eyes sink in the cheek, like yeah I always in love with the way it sinks and be squinty.

I found a simple word went out of the throath. 

I found you like how you was on yesterday morning. 

I have had a deal with all those acceptance.Yes, I had already accepted all the matter about we-dont-own-each-other-anymore. 

But last night, all those old story was just repeated like again and again.

With a new beautiful version.

But the same old us. 

Over this guilty I admit. Last night, the wanting was coming again.