In Transit

Years of being away from
all those stuffs that you all
stay with
was not tough,
since when I sat alone,
I filled up the empty spaces
left void by the unfulfilled promises
with thoughts of tomorrow,
making each living day into
a state of being, projected
in future.

Thus, when you arrived
I coud not feel much towards
what you offered
as, just during that time,
I was already in transit into another
empty space without you,
much before you left me.