Thirty Three

It's been all this while,

And I can't get you off my mind,

Nobody knows it

But me.

I still smile when your name flash,

I still hope you'll be there when I crash,

Nobody knows it

But me

I still stare at your photograph,

Still sleeping in the shirt you left,

I kept all the things you said,

In a "box" underneath my bed,

I still read them before I go to bed,

I still hope that there's room for me,

So that we could write the word we,

To remind ourselves of our story,

Nobody knows it

But me.

I hope you understand that all I need is you dear sweetie,

Nobody knows it,

But me.

p/s: LA.