The last time I wrote a poem was almost two years ago so I thought of writing again. This time it's dedicated to my ex-crush, N.A.
I saw you standing beside the old pine tree -
puffing a cigarette.
Your laughter awakened the night.
I was amazed.
Endlessly.
The night is beautiful,
But tomorrow I will chase the clouds.
I will forget you.
I will not regret.