The flag has long frays,

like her hair when she left me --


Her hair in the wind.

I always dreamt of this life
a life where I could be the woman I wanted to be
a life full of happiness and laughter
a life that is too good to be true
but still, I feel incomplete
there is a missing puzzle piece
so the question is, where do I find that missing piece?

I am carrying my umbrella
to a promise of our meet
I am carrying my umbrella
close to pounding heart beat  
I am carrying my umbrella
hope to steal a steamy kiss
I am carrying my umbrella
to cry upon so much amiss
I am carrying my umbrella
for that longed warm embrace
I am carrying my umbrella
to hide my tears,
standing alone in that place.

To be,
Or not to be

Without you,
Will there even be the idea of me?
Everything surrounds
scream blue

Your tenderness
Your messages
Your cassettes
Without your eyes,
I don’t think I can breathe

Does this heart of mine
get the right to remain silent?
Or can it beat, only for you?

To be,
Or not to be

Without you,
There wouldn’t be me

You keep coming back,

till I no longer dream and --


you no longer go.

Her memory is the most painful thing I willingly endure because the thought of forgetting is even worse.

Sometimes I hear a whisper,
The slightest hum of her voice,
Eyes scavenge the plains before me,
For a glimmer of her,
For a glimmer of hope,
Alas! There is none,
Nothing but the thoughts of a melancholic mind.

Sometimes the wind carries a fragrance,
Redolence of our past embrace,
Lips spread to call out her name,
For a sight of her,
For a sight of love,
Alas! There is none,
Nothing but the thoughts of a melancholic mind.

My love is
pleading
before me
to make you God!