I'm walking in a garden of sad hearts.
holding a bouquet of tears in my eyes..

We always have
Black and White conversation

You made
every beep,
and voice calls,
a lovely music.

I made love to you in keyboards,
voicemails were kisses from you,
I loved you in a different screen

your name has always been
an invitation of excitement.

Messenger was like a book;
We were the characters
writing our own story.

You're a smoke inside my lungs,
a cancer cell in a brain,
a tattoo on my skin,


the snow in a cold lonely winter,
the dimple of a every miracles,
the hope in every Spring.


thank you for staying inside me
even if you already left me.

My mind travels like a bullet train.
hoping it would reach its destination.


and it was you
the station that my mind always wanted to drop by

I often see myself being really disappointed by a lot of people.
but I have never been disappointed to myself.

just like the old times.
I recycled emotion in a different day,
scenario,
month,
or a year.


and disappointment and sadness were the most recycled
emotion that I've possessed.

You were the heart that's been broken, but was terribly fixed by another one.
You were patiently waiting for someone..


but you found no one.


until you saw a familiar face while looking a reflection from the mirror, the mirror was the key for you to see
who loves you deeply.