From Tom

It all just happened, right?
Was I not a good listener?
Or were you not so clear yourself?

You let me paint you in me;
I turned into your rains.

But now, I hate my favourite color,
And for you, I know monsoon nostalgia
Isn't sweet anymore.

How is it that something so perfect for me
Wasn't enough for you?

I won’t forget all the 11:11s,
Just because I couldn’t have you.
I’ll never know why you weren’t the one,
But I do know we’ll find someone new.

You’ll have someone you’re sure of;
I’ll find someone worthy of my love.

As the leaves turn yellow,
I hope your days turn snug.
Was it hard, I wonder—
That journey to autumn from summer?

One day, you may ask yourself,
What happened? Where did it go, underground?
I’ll look at you the way I first did
And whisper:

“What always happens... life.”