Now

I wrote a poem for you.

For the mistake that I made... with you, of course.

But somehow, that poem disappeared.

But some fragments I think I remember.
But I have to tilt my head to one side... as if the memories could pour out of my ears.

I just remember the loneliness the morning after,
even though you stayed asleep.

I did not even say good bye...





But you didn't even care.
Your eyes just stayed closed
as you heard the movement of my toes lightly kissing the floor.

Good bye.