A west side story in my eyes,
A four lined play is all aligned.
The bedside window with your seal,
I laid my sheets with inks of green.

“Small talks” and “calls away” in cords,
Minutes to silence and I sway.
To my delusion minted in laughs,
We grew red tinted in a day.

Inklings that I cease to know,
I fight or fly and learn to forget.
Fall and stumped to see my brakes,
Where we collided like we met…

In echoed words at sea driven by car,
Beyond the time we wasted.
Seek to run away yet not far,
I knew our worlds shifted…

No poetry in letters without your words,
Where I had my arms in your initials.
The stars I knew lighted our worlds,
Could it be a memoir, like I knew before?

A west side story in vain,
Where you kept the call tabled in one word.
When you pictured the light in the rain,
I should've stepped one foot as if unheard…

A west side story, no coincidence,
The sun can't always shine in the screen,
Not like the movies in all sense,
You grace the warmth like it's ever been.