...Staring
at an empty wall inside
an empty house
Basking under the glory
of doubt
with three moments
and a life's story
I wonder if
paper airplanes
would still make me smile
like it did once
in an afternoon of a
tired day's song
And though I don't remember seeing a
springtime
sunset
within traces of a
lonely anger
I still believe
that the streets will hold
the memories
for whatever it's
worth...