Now
I wrote a poem for you.
For the mistake that I made... with you, of course.
But somehow, that poem disappeared.
But some fragments I think I remember.
But I have to tilt my head to one side... as if the memories could pour out of my ears.
I just remember the loneliness the morning after,
even though you stayed asleep.
I did not even say good bye...
But you didn't even care.
Your eyes just stayed closed
as you heard the movement of my toes lightly kissing the floor.
Good bye.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
Now
I wrote a poem for you.
For the mistake that I made... with you, of course.
But somehow, that poem disappeared.
But some fragments I think I remember.
But I have to tilt my head to one side... as if the memories could pour out of my ears.
I just remember the loneliness the morning after,
even though you stayed asleep.
I did not even say good bye...
But you didn't even care.
Your eyes just stayed closed
as you heard the movement of my toes lightly kissing the floor.
Good bye.
