I am still

lost in the

last ruins of

this version you built.

I am still

walking around,

wandering,

with no sense of

direction at all.

And the rain

pours damn hard

in that corner

where we first met,

but

in the comfort of

crumbling remains,

I stayed,

lying there like a

crumpled piece of paper

where you once wrote your

lines of poetry on.

I still got them,

tucked into my pockets

like fading rays of sunshines

that cannot stand against

darker skies.

I stayed,

not waiting for you to

come back and

rebuild my walls,

but wishing you never left

in the first place.

I stayed,

asking myself, thinking over

and over again,

Why?

Why am I the one left

roaming around the grey

when you were the one

haunting me?

Why am I the ghost

that is still pinned down

in this map you made up?

In the comfort of

crumbling remains,

I stayed.

Maybe because I really

have no sense of direction at all

and you were the city

I'm stuck in.