You show up like phantom
In the night.

Over explanation,over zealous,over my head.

You being you,
I change with
weather,age and where you locate

I find your address,Eastlake
In your single apartment
I see you there in front of your walnut desk
with your lips sternly tight

I see Thoreau as a token
You and my airplane ticket.

I never get it why you only declare your love for Thoreau
Instead of something darker, Hunter S Thompson,Marijuana
Or me.

Traveling in Denmark now, I guess you'll eventually head to the Netherlands.
Where your true colors shine through your eye socket.

Oh, so I still admire you
Dreaming of having a walk with you beside Walden
Having Arizona ice tea in the dessert

I beg Thoreau to win me an airplane ticket to
The unknown

Oh Ivan , I see you everywhere.
From here, there and anywhere.
A John, A Giovanni
I see you in words, in rhythms and the beam of sunlight
I see you in the sheer cold

With a name so usual, bears a smear of mystery
Saint,celebrity and nobody
You walk down the street wishing
you could be someone else
With this name you are everyone but stands from the crowd
Are you proud of being a Slavic variation or
You just want to be John anyhow?

Dear Ivan
Hear me say, except me, you belong to everybody else

Today I found out not every encounter counts.
It is merely made up of  accidental meets.

We beautify it so that it becomes legendary,
As if life itself isn't.

Is it me or everybody that are too obsessed with
So called meant to be?

Encounter only counts if it is to be told,
For decades, for century.

Summer came , summer goes
The heat shrouding still
I abhor the upcoming cold
Which deprives my
Joy,vigorousness and skimpy shorts

I'll have to wait for another year to
Cautiously bathe myself in the sunlight
While you skip dipping in Adriatic sea

Oh, the Sun in Zagreb,
You
Greeting summer into your doorsteps
Stealing golden ray to embellish the handcrafted box you made

Autumn comes and it will go
Fear not for the winter but for my brewing hope.

You said you're leaving in July
No date, only a smile
Status unknown, missing flight
Could it be on this date this night?

I counted the days went by
Bidding adieu to tossing minds

Parting has always been hard for me
But seeing you is way more tougher
Reminiscing is my strongest suit
But I know one day I'll have to let go of you

One year and eleven months
Farewell, Sean.

What thought I have of you now, my love
As I quietly eating pho alone.
On the brink of light and shadow?

I thought I saw Whitman.
Oh, it's just you wearing beard again,full
The way I love the most.

As  I quietly eating pho alone,
Adorable babies parading by with their genuine smile and
Dimples in those little fat hands
Whitman takes the seat in front of me
"You should stop listening to Captain's words"