Unwanted memories residing in my heart,
Crashes like a tidal wave again.
Like a soft, sadistic melody,
Tears instantly falls.
Time says it’s flying,
(I can hardly differentiate night and day)
I guess bad memories can grow wings, too.
The black ink of my pen have memorized you,
Like the yellow painted flowers always aching for the sun.
Eyes closed, right and left, periods and parentheses-
My callused hands traced you,
Engulfed in your shadows,
Word by word, it’s all coming back.
(Why aren’t you coming back?)
Regretful moments locked in these pages,
Your name, always drowning in a pool of bittersweet tears.
(I feel like I’m drowning, too)
The calluses between my fingers are so familiar to you,
(I’m used to the pain called you)
Like the grains of sand in the ocean being kissed away by the waves-
The separation no longer hurts, for it knows you’re going to visit again.
Pages and chapters written to erase your marks in my skull,
Silently pleading the universe to take you away,
Like the way the thunder surrenders itself to the summer breeze.
The hands which once held yours now only writes sad memories of you,
Like a baby uttering its first words,
My calluses repeatedly aches while madly writing for you…
(It knows nothing now but you.)