▇ poetry is not poetry ▇ the day without you

▇ Poetry is not poetry▇ It is neither prose nor novel, so it is difficult to say whether it is poetry or not. What do you think?

It rained all day, and I spent about half a day in bed. I was bored and slid all kinds of messages, and fell asleep again when I watched it, as if dreaming of a parallel world.

The girl in my dream is a bit like me, but the boy around me doesn't know it. We were on a slow-moving train, the windows were ajar, and the weather was fine, as if we could smell the fragrance of lavender.

We didn't talk, but there seemed to be infinite thoughts in our hearts that we wanted to talk to each other, and we were afraid that the other party would be bored and didn't want to spoil the current atmosphere, so we just sat side by side quietly, blowing the wind, I took his arm naturally, as if I had known each other for so long.

If it can stay like this, there is nothing wrong with it.

【The day without you】

One day, one day.
One day I'll forget, one day I don't need to say goodbye.
One day I smiled in the mirror all day long,
One day without saying a word,
One day, just watching time go away from the air like this,
fell asleep, woke up again,
Like a cat, day and night.

One day I will wear a very beautiful denim dress,
I will pick a long road and keep walking,
I'll chew on words that I've discarded after thinking,
I'll play music I can't get tired of listening to,
I would read books and poems all day long,
I would pick up a brush and transcribe and sharpen the ink myself.

I'll squat with arms crossed,
Flow a little hypocritical tears.

I will miss those past mistakes,
Like squeezing toothpaste to the last bit,
Throw it into the trash can with a parabola again,
Can't see, can't see the crushed ones again,
The empty beer cans on the rooftop,
I'm sorry that I can't sort and recycle it.

I will remember the light behind your glasses,
A little sharp, a little provocative,
A little far, a little self-righteous.
Exactly the same as what I wanted to hide.
Makes me feel that you understand me so well,
Really annoying.

There will be that day.
The blue sky is still very blue, and the flowers are still very fragrant and beautiful.
Friends still have a lot of cute and charming faces,
Mom and Dad are the world,
The child paints the colorful starry sky and the room on the drawing paper,
On that day, I will not think of your face all day long,
You didn't leave, you didn't say goodbye,
You are neither a period nor a comma,
You didn't give me a hug, you didn't say you liked it.

I don't remember your palm temperature. I don't remember almost. It's a little bit worse. What's the difference?

It was that day.

Because my real name is very special, I don't take a nickname anymore. I can go through the Metaverse without changing my name and sitting without changing my surname. I am Lingshu, I like to read the world, I like people, I like to write copywriting, I like the power that words can bring, and I like you like my words more.

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