3

Assalamualaikum.

I don't know if I ever have issue with the number 3.
Should i call it a bliss
or perhaps a curse too.

No idea on that.

You know
I have met so many people in this road
(read : guys)

Out of all
I could give you 3 names.
Whom I met in 3 different phases of life.

And as usual, nothing last forever
We had, we still have and we would probably have (idk)
you-know-that-kind-of-thing

And somehow
pufff
Gone.

We said we need time.
We need space.

3 weeks for this guy.
3 months for this guy.
3 years for this guy.

3 different period of time
Which share one same story.

Of losing us.

And funny
How we somehow meet again,
at the very familiar road.

It is just that this time around
We no longer know
Who we are.