i’m done. we’ll see

Esty Nadya
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

22:22

funny……

how sometimes i realize

im drownin for sucha waste.

“i’m done” just popped up in my head.

this moment, captured it already!

saying just “hi”.

stealing a look for 3 seconds.

asking your friends how you are.

hoping it’s nice you are.

well, we probably wouldn’t end up together. strongly sure! not a chance!

you’re gonna find that in your 25.

that night, you’d recall.

as you hold your girl’s hand tight.

take her to that central park of the city.

still with that black tshirt,

still with that long hair,

still with that sharp look,

soundtracked by that british rock n roll tune you like.

you’d find that she’s finally the one,

the girl you’d marry.

then you’d hug her.

and you’d smile.

recalling that time,

when you had that one chatty admirer,

writing that plaid and cigaratte,

that 30° for 1500",

that green folder,

that sharp look ecstacy,

or even that clueless,

you’d smile for the last time about that.

and at the same time…..

i’m gonna be there,

in a city i barely know,

lookin through the window

in the corner of my apartment.

smiling back to those citylights.

giggling in what i captured that 20.

remembering how silly-in-love i was that time.

then….

i’d probably go down to the hallway,

because it’d be that 8:00 pm

when i’d have that kinda dinner,

with him.

figure out that he might be the one for me.

soundtracked by that la vie an rose thingy.

in my 26.

and he’d take me walk across the street,

as me smiling about you,

for the last time.

it’d be later a dusty memory,

i probably clean the dust up

when teaching my kids about life,

and you’d be a part of the story.

so, i’m done now. we’ll see.

Esty Nadya

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teddy picker with a lil scent of the icing on the cake. i got that gun of jane austen’s epic phrase on 1813. i write poem: https://itschattyowl.tumblr.com/