I'm tired of people calling me "sad",
using it as an excuse to get too close...
some people can't be
redeemed, no matter how...
I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
where the sun begins,
and you end...
a little past 3:00 am
when ghosts start...
Underneath a fallen star
dream catcher memories...
Only when trees shed
and winds shake...
Eventually, I will
depart from this land...
Poems bloom with warm sunrise,
nectar of words sweeten morning coffees...
I used to want to
follow in your footsteps...
Oceans of barricades
and skies of fences...
Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...