I'm not thinking of you, in fact
I planned years silently around my
heart to find out ways or arms that
will fight your thoughts out.

Today..
I'm so packed with schedules that
lets me slip off all our memorable moments.
Well.. I'm happy to let that all dilute.

I've at last achieved to accept truth
Let me throw your memories like
how you threw me.

Still... there is a piece of love clinging
To my heart like a feather
Not sure to fall or hang.