on the morning day of summer he knew.
he knew he loved her.

on the chilling windy day of late fall
he asked her on a date.
they held hands, making way through the crowd.
lights and sparkles of christmas eve,
the hum of people amidst festivities,
warm cups of chocolate passed between each other.
the dots of the night city reflecting in their eyes
as they smile in fear of anticipation.

on the warm spring day full of sun
they shared proximity among their hearts,
waking deep attachment that would bind them
for days and weeks and months to come,
being steered to their ultimate fall.
meanwhile, puffing the smoke of hope
for better days and understanding
that were to come—or not at all.

on the day full of sticky heat in summer
they kissed with no end in sight,
embracing in one others’ hands,
holding close to their rhythmic pump,
hot breaths as hot as feelings. it all seemed to go well,
from time to time—
stumbling on the rocky ways obscured with dense ivy rods
as they confessed their love.

on the late month of parching sun high in the sky,
on that day their hearts shared not the heat
that of their surroundings as they looked into the eyes
of truth, full of hurt and stubborn substantiality,
holding same thoughts, whirling on their minds,
uttering the long dreaded
yet long expected words,
breaking the bond holding them tight together.


on the chilly winter day with the first frost on leaves
they met again, one hoping of one’s reconciliation.
only to asunder that last hope,
held by thin string yet sturdy as a hair.
to say goodbye and part our ways.