we somehow forgot
the taste of our lips
beneath the moonlight,
which took our last breaths
and brought us through cold breeze.

the calls we made
were all like smoke whipped away
by rushing wind,
heard the sound of your laughters
that were now blurring in the crowd.

all sweaters of hugs
that warmed me all frozen nights
had become as thin as the clouds tonight.
it all lost the bonfire from burning.

i wondered if i, even once, deserved you;
to her, I loved you,
although it never rhymed.
to her, I loved you,
although pain was it all has become.