...And it feels like a semester, the love that we had. I studied you for a night, for the whole night. With eyes fixed on you, fingers caressing you every now and then, ruffling your hair, I delved into you. I mugged you up. Word by word. And when I was full and content, I slept resting my head on your laps. Next morning, I woke up with panicky. It was time. I had to face life. You didn't come along and I had to leave you behind. It wasn't our fault. And soon, you were the book I never turned the pages of again, never re read, for I never failed a semester, for I kept moving on. And so, here I am, writing you in poems and prose. To be read. To be forgotten. But forever etched in the pages of my life I am learning to move on from. #semester #study #movingon #moveon #yqbaba #yqprose #yqtales #newwritersclub
