I was writing about the things
that I won't feel anymore.

It was morning
when my time set to yours,
a little loud but I got the vibe.
I remember the party dust
when you rushed to go home,
did they remind you of seeing me?
behind the lights somewhere that night.
There's a string that tangles us
as their bewildered eyes won't catch us up.

As a kid, I love to build
a sandcastle
on the shore—
Feeling the warmth of the sand
through my cold feet and I won't let the waves crash the every grain of my castle.

Who would have told
that I'm just a memory,
living in you mind.
An imagery of someone else's catastrophe
and a dream come true tragic story,
spattered on every inch of my skin.

And I will be like that, if you never met me.

We are both clueless when time
separates us; I wonder how you fell asleep each night and how good or tough your work is, when you have to forget me temporarily.

I wonder how I could bear this imaginary gap between us,
how I long to stretch this yearning arms on you.

A great man's voyage
conquered the seven seas;
fully armed with high hopes,
his expectation is the vessel
of his triumph
as he found the girl
who speaks of love.
Though they were apart,
no one else can take what
only was meant for them.