you are the aftertaste of coffee.
after the jumpstart,
the palpitation,
here you are,
sadly bittersweet.

you are the persisting vision
of a falling star.
its trail of light
remain before me
even after it’s long been gone.
i’ve tried to catch it
with my feeble hands,
only to grasp nothingness.

you are the aftermath
of an earthquake,
of which i found myself
at its epicenter.
even after rebuilding,
i found
that nothing is
as it was.

you are the tune
that keeps playing
over and over again
inside my head.
i’ve being lss-ing
over your memories,
singing a song
i’m not sure
if i’ll ever hear again.

you are an aftertaste,
a persisting vision,
an aftermath,
an lss
that i wrap around myself,
holding me together,
keeping me from falling apart.

for j.e.
*100314

tenderly, she plucks the strings-
like fruits from the forbidden tree.
one more christmas bell rings,-
as she whispers a gifted memory.
she strikes the cords of my heart;
tearing, like trailing winds from a dart.

smoothly, she touches my lonely soul-
with the attention of a careful barberman.
she holds me tight, not letting go,-
till the rhythm of her heart's song is done;
she hurts me. but she hurts me right.
so, i stay awatch, and dare not fight.

'but wait,' i catch a breath finally.
her eyes pierce the windows of my soul.
'if you want to lie, then lie next to me,
or lie in my arms and i wont let you fall.'

she says it will be all over very soon,-
before she deeps my existence in pain;
like playing a foreign song in a sweet tune;
she breaks me, but from her, i can't refrain.
'here's all i ask, if you want to play,-
let it be-fore-play-ing the wrong song okay?'

a guitar, stuck choice-lss, in her firm grip,-
i hurt, but i'm hers to play and hers to keep.

Keep Smiling

You weren't my favorite song,
but always stuck in my head.

every line every note,
doesn't seem to get old.

weren't the first on track
but one that keeps me coming back.