One month

One month
One month passed
Now I am older
I wake up and check WhatsApp
No new entry

Frozen to one month past
Like other times
I can not write
And ask for her hand
The web call it harassment

I still dream of yellow stickies
Cold wind
Warm hands
Beautiful eyes

Will she come back

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