Why be so rude?
To keep yourself warm
in the freezing cold,
you stole my seat,
which I saved
long ago.

Did you know?
The Atlantic's mighty
seas shed their tears
'till no Mariana
Trench remained;
The Northern winds
kept swirling,
awakening the fury
of the Typhoon lord.
All in vain—
seeing my
vulnerable pain.

May I ask,
Why?
Why did you
bury yourself
deep down in a
place I cannot reach,
below my wrinkled feet,
leaving behind
a dead rose
in a black
***?