I liked watching the soft beam through his curtain. I'd know that he's home. How serene was the feeling of sharing his space, his air. Unforgettable smile before my departure. Irreplaceable position on the stage. Our voices among the others. The quietness in betweens. I never found my place in him, perhaps I never will.
I guess I did felt the warmth of his presence. His smile, his words, merely him, just him. "I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday." I found the feeling of missing you in you absence, the warmth of sharing your presence, the memories of your every smile, word, photo,. memories. you. smile. your car. I don't love you, like I loved you, yesterday.
Maybe the next time I see you,I'd love you, like I never loved. Yesterday.