The way my hot coffee
ripples in a
Sunday morning sun
Sipping every inch,
Still thinking,
What was gone

Not until when this red,
white and blue striped mails
arrived from Mr. Mail Man

No, not sealed with kisses
nor those pretty flowers,
scented like a lavender

Your name written clearly
Printed dearly
This time, no heart doodles
Just a dripped of ink
carving the word "memories"
piled messily on the floor

Left unopened,
grabbed my cereal in a bowl
But then again, I'm just half of a whole

You don't need to re-roll
back the film
to black and white
because this isn't right
Forget about what happened that night

For now,
all I can see is how
darkness covers the moonlight*

-A

10/02/14