I look in the mirror
as i play my shoulder with a blade...
like a violin.
between the blade, I pretend it to be a bow,
and the snow blizzard coming my way.
I see her,
my sparkle.
she so dazzle herself into my life, as another.
I put the bow down;
the violin heals.
the sun comes out,
so tragically,
she disappears.
and once again, alone,
playing my shoulder like a violin,
with the instant regret.
I shall do it again,
waiting yet to seek for another storm
to come in.