I am the counterpart of death
living in this world

She has always been the midseason
not cold, not hot
not dry, not wet
not cloudy, not sunny
not windy, not still
without knowing this
moderate
and mild in nature
Meanwhile, he has been the dead season
without knowing that he is dead

The sun dashes through the clouds
and shines on me among the crowds
                                            to hold my hand
not knowing that I am a barren wasteland

I sit in my mind
to wait for me
I sleep in my heart
to dream about myself

you are
a homemade soul healing soup
in a banana bread smell coziness
with notes of chocolate chip cookie essence
and a film-watching excitement
in comfort pajamas

I remember that summer night
not long ago
when we sat across a carved watermelon
with a candle burning inside
the candlelight  
beaming from the eyes and the mouth
of the frowning watermelon, jack-o-lantern lighted your face
by a peaceful smile
when you looked into my eyes
with love and affection

you disappeared suddenly
leaving everything behind
now I am left with only one choice
in this supposedly multiple-choice universe
I will grieve over you throughout
will I ever be able to forget
all the undesirable memories
and coat them with sugar?