would you return
if life had a u-turn
I will learn
when it is my turn

I opened the closet
to find your warm hand
in the pocket of the green hoodie that you used to wear
I found two empty mint chocolate thin sleeves
that you kept  
a memory of us on a warm winter day
you were there holding my hand

aching hearts
rupturing
hurting
memories
will someday turn into smiles
when I too die

life as we know of it is uncountably short
as that of a butterfly's
and my flickering heart
is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly
flapping within temporality
blinded by the dream of reaching you
to remain an unbroken whole
to last

through my forward facing eyes
I could see
all around
I could even see
at nights
in the dark
but I could not foresee
your death

First
you need to forget
to remember
I will never remember you

grief becomes
unbearable
when the all-colorful and fast-whirling spinning top
falls and remains
still and colorless forever