Your frankness
Lets me fall into loss
Your turn
Makes me forget that there is one less person in the room
Your forehead left traces of the sun
Placing my freedom and ease into your pocket
Your soft little hands are no longer lingering
My whisper went to fly with you on the bus
On the road this afternoon
Leaves have more friends
In this evening ceremony
We are missing intimate photos
When we paint with our fingers and toes
White walls have many myths and legends
When we don’t need hugs and tears anymore
The blue sky makes up a heart of apples
Then
Our world is muted
Then
Our letters became each other’s smiles
“The Lover’s World”
