I’ve written million words
making a poem without
your name inside.
They refused to be
written by me.
Words spread up,
scattered around
inside my head.
Like butterflies,
flew down and played
together.
Joyous until they grew
tired around my stomach;
falling.
Then,
died inside.
Leftover souls
trapped inside words:
crying.
Tears rained down
drop
by
drop
Carving a name
Your name.
9.12.17
Yogyakarta | Haeml;c
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
I’ve written million words
making a poem without
your name inside.
They refused to be
written by me.
Words spread up,
scattered around
inside my head.
Like butterflies,
flew down and played
together.
Joyous until they grew
tired around my stomach;
falling.
Then,
died inside.
Leftover souls
trapped inside words:
crying.
Tears rained down
drop
by
drop
Carving a name
Your name.
9.12.17
Yogyakarta | Haeml;c