i usu dont like sequels.
and this was no exception.

i cant rmb where we were.
at some junction or somewhere, maybe.
and the farewell was you opening your wallet.
and returning every bit of me you find within.

and i held everything, as you walked off.

i dont know.
i think normally i'd have cried buckets, even if a dream.
but i just stood there. watched.
in a daze? or too sad for words. i dont know.
and then took a lighter, and reduced these remnant pieces of me to ashes.
and scattered them to the wind.
maybe yes im too tired to cry.

nevermind, now.