the unsaid
星期二 十月 13, 2009 8:15 pm
They talk about aging,
talk about loss of memory,
talk about death.
But I just think of you --
how love extinguishes
in your eyes.
2)
I went to sleep early
with the blessing
of forgetting you.
Night became a warm blanket,
my belongs left outside.
Upon a river, a moon rises
with trace of my lost pieces.