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Jul 2015 · 429
Nights
Anthony J Jul 2015
A vivid night,
We meet and talk like
We knew each other
For a long time.

A dreamy night,
We love, if only for
This one night that
We just met.

A rainy night,
We break up, as if
For the second time,
In this familiar rain.

In mornings,
I find myself regretting.
Jul 2015 · 917
On a misty day
Anthony J Jul 2015
A misty day,
On the way
We used to walk along
On sunny days,
This mist smells
Candy sweet
Like your wrist.
Then, I see someone
In the mist.
Try to catch up,
But soon,
She’s gone with scent.
Jul 2015 · 380
Chocolate milk
Anthony J Jul 2015
I buy
Chocolate milk
You liked.

And I regret
Because
The first sip
Tastes like your lips

Every sip--
Diluted memories,

Each sip--
Bitter, burning throat

And
The last sip--
You're gone.
Jul 2015 · 887
Eau de toilette
Anthony J Jul 2015
Memories dissolved
Into this liquid.

I inhale
Your pretty face,
Smiles flashed,
Laughs.

I exhale.
I miss you already,
Your face,
Tonight.

I inhale
Your kind voice,
Lovely words
Spoken.

I exhale.
Your voice resonates,
Calling me,
Tonight.

I inhale
The last molecule.
Stop for a sec.

Then,
I exhale,
Alone.
Jul 2015 · 601
Flower in rain
Anthony J Jul 2015
Under a tree,
Await rain to stop.

I
See a flower
Defy rain,
Struck by drops,
Liable to die.

When I hesitate,
She falls, beheaded,
So beautifully, in
So ominous rain.
Even while falling,
She never yields.

Now, leaves fall
Above my head.

I regret.
Should’ve helped.
Here remains only
This wet, cowardly flesh.

I
See this bud
Defy rain
Even when dead.
Jul 2015 · 347
Bare heart
Anthony J Jul 2015
My heart,
Sealed,
Met you,
Started to bare
Itself.

My heart,
Bare,
The most honest,
Can’t bear
That you don’t
Care.

My heart,
Exposed
Out of body.
I can’t repair
But you don’t
Care.

Now,
All of me is dead.
Only my heart,
In this skeleton,
Beats once more
To see if you
Care.

But you don't
Care.
Jul 2015 · 310
Winter
Anthony J Jul 2015
Fall is gone,
I’m alone.
This winter,
I wither
With this flower
Next to me,
That
I didn’t water
But that
Didn’t bother.
I made
Her wither,
Not winter.

— The End —