Thank the stars

🌍 Post Erasmus Poem 🌍

do you still miss them, they ask
and first i say, no
'cause the last time i cried
was three weeks ago
but
if I'm being honest, it's just a lie,
because missing isn't about
how much you cry
it's about wanting back the little things
like all the nights we went for drinks.
the ice cream dates, the sunset talks, the parties and the late night walks.
polička till twelve, kebab at three,
how two bright blue eyes
used to look at me.
adventurous hikes
with a beautiful view,
cooking together, then wine till two.
singing at Art Bar
from the top of our lungs
hoping there won't be
more Spanish songs.
dancing at the ball, party on a boat,
creating a collection of inside jokes.
talking 'bout life, searching for stars,
telling our secrets in the dark.
sharing food and sharing drinks
and sharing everything we think.
going to pubs, learn to drink beer,
and all of these things make me wish
they were here.

do you still miss them, they ask
just in little things, i say
but i love them and think of them
every single day