Coming Back

The traffic at night
Like a moving galaxy
A string of lamps hanging across the bridge
Appropriately sketched the bridge
My mood is as beautiful as the night

Five weeks apart
Neither long nor short
Just let my thoughts of missing you spin
To weave a strong net

Waiting for your warm breath to come
Waiting for your singing voice to ring
I got the net in my hand
Once you're in sight
I'll just put the net on
I won't let you leave so easily

Like what you read? Give Christine Gong a round of applause.

From a quick cheer to a standing ovation, clap to show how much you enjoyed this story.