he died without any honorary medals
on his chest or any awards
named after him.
he died silently; an ordinary death
with scars and wounds and
everything similar
to a war hero
but the only thing
that he couldn't do
was to **** someone in return.

and though i didn't want it to rain
because the first drop
that fell on my cheek
made me
homesick.

i looked up at the clouds
and asked them
silently
if they have seen
where i
live.

the sky roared in reply
and i kept
wondering
how to decipher
it.

I
hope is dying
faster than the candle light
save it, somebody save it
for its death will be mourned
the whole night.

II
love is drowning
in the ocean; deep inside
rescue it, somebody rescue it
for its disappearance will cause
a great tsunami tide.

III
life is escaping
from my window tonight
let it go at last
for its freedom is worth
every noble sacrifice.

she hid herself under the white sheets
while he followed her scent out in cold streets.

He asked me to write about him one night
while we were on the brink of jumping into the dream land.
"Write like its the last thing you'll ever write for me."
he whispered as his lips provoked the passion inside
and I promised, sleeping in his shadow like a child.

Three months later,
I wrote about him
for the last time.



*Goodbye.