(to my other… )
I stray from the path of love
When beauty sings like a dove
along with the midnight breeze.
Thirty-two pieces of cigar on the balcony.
I lose a quarter of me and search
for the entirety of you.
There is no power in me in my frailty,
but in your deity, there is always a kind.
It is 10:00 pm, and the memories are wild.
Red wine bottles crackle at the corner
four meters from the fireplace.
You smell like a ghost.
One that I wore on the 14th of November.
My shadow imitates your face.
The voice of your silence lingers.
And suddenly,
I’m a visitor in my mind.
I stray from kindness,
hopeless I wait on a moment.
will
it
come,
the moment?
Time is not my friend.
The smell of spring may shatter all.
Please speak life to me as I erode,
and make yourself a blanket to wrap me in as I hope.
I fade with time and will.
Would you please not leave me until I stay still?
It won’t take long.
Two more leaves to fall,
and I’ll stray no more.
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