Thoughts Of JoJo

You'd think that after so long, we'd have learnt to move on.

But thoughts of her are always lingering around. A photograph, a song, a word, a memory.

It's like air. We cannot see it, but it's there. It can be felt, but never touched, never held. And maybe that's why it hurts so bad sometimes.

You crept up to my mind
Silent like the drizzling rain
Soaking up my eyes
In unstoppable tears again

As my heart aches at the hole
The wound you left behind
Yet again I pray to hold you
With these empty hands of mine
- Qiqi