My past is the gallows
where my future hangs.

- qyf

I have been living
with a stranger,
whom I call
as- Mom.

- qyf

"You are my star,"* said he
"I am a star that fell from the sky
to dwell with you,
and lost my light
to share darkness with you."

**- qyf

I saw the grass bowed when the wind blows.
And saw my beau beside me, welcomed it with awe.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms so wide,
Embracing the wind, like a groom embracing his bride.

He reached for my cold hands and drew his face near,
Felt his life as he whispered to my ear
"Dear, when I die, don't ever think I abandoned you
I will summon the wind to hug you when it blows."

Those scenes awakened me in the middle of the night
My dream killed me in dreadful fright
I remember the horror I had yesterday
When the wind blew and snatched him away

Before my eyes, I saw him fought and strived,
Before my eyes, I saw him breathed his last and died,
My spirit so filled and whelmed with morose,
As I threw into his tomb a fresh picked rose.

I cried and buried my head to my pillow,
Then I heard the wind knocking at my window,
I opened it and welcomed the wind with tears
I closed my eyes and spread my arms so wide
--- I know it's him, my Beau, my Dear

-qyf

write,
the way hand-writings
are distinct from the other.

- qyf

I could still feel him,
therefore,
he's here.

-qyf

Love,
is in many places,
in dusts blown to and fro;
in peacocks' beautiful hue;
in ants beneath the lion's claw;
in bed with me, a naked you.  

----
Love is in places,
where I am with you.

- qyf