Eyes II

My eyes searched yours

for the poem that should have been

but I see a future that is yesterday

and the many nights long past

 

告訴我

告訴我

你我之間 已經沒任何瓜葛

曾經的曾經 也只是過眼雲煙

留下的 只有我 和我的執著

對此我不會有任何恨 也不會做任何傻事

但 妳要

告訴我

痕跡

時間的流逝

牽引著心中的無奈

留下一條細細的痕跡

一條幾乎隱形確揮之不去的痕跡

深深的烙印在心裡的每個角落

 

 

 

Loop

Somethings loop—

like the numbers that make up a year

one to three hundred and sixty five

the days and months and year

looping while civilisation hangs on a thread

but eternity is unnatural,

a human construct

a longing

 

dream dream dream

It has become so frequent that maybe it’s my way

of reconnecting back to you, albeit one that is not grounded

in reality

 

I’ve asked if they were dreams,

and each time I wanted to believe your words

that they aren’t

and each time i wake up to find you gone

 

Have you dreamt of me

and were we ever connected in it

Did you tell me that it was not a dream

because it was just a dream?

Crippled

My body is free but crippled

nonetheless,

entrapped in your absence,

my mind retreated,

homeless, my heart wandered

searching for the way back

with no way in sight

stranded

like a cripple

 

Mornings

Each morning is a new reality

The light seeps in through my eyelids 

but what should have been a renewed blesssing is accompanied by a renewed reality

And each reality comes with the fact that you are no longer beside me

This thing

This unshakable feeling

This thing

Feasting upon my heart, my soul

This thing 

That I know of but can’t purge

This thing 

Called love(d)