This is “Our Place,”
The spot that we met,
On a beautiful morning,
I’ll never forget.
It seems like only yesterday,
How the time did fly by.
“This could be our spot.”
The coffee always hot.
You entered with a warm
Embrace, and a smile
Crossed my face not
To be erased, I feel like
This could be “Our Place.”

How can emptiness be so heavy?

Sorry,
I love myself more.

I always leave the door open
the balcony my class room a fitting
room i don't know
to avoid claustration
an encirclement wherefore you feel
left out
no sounds no people no traffic no books
no songs no friends no barks no lights
I defer going to bed too.