I wondered,what will I do if I ever run into you? until it happened,we were in the same box,same air, same sounds.. but we were both strangers to each other I smiled towards your directionunknowingly of my unrecognizable form,you didn’t seem to remember my energy. so I took another’s hand,while I walk away from you. …
it struck mei don’t even rememberhow you like your coffee are you just a stranger to me?
Goodbye hugsa flying kissways apart morning coffeesand a share of cakewith a view of a cathedral cold windbut warm sunshine don’t ask, don’t tells pressed facesmudged make-upon white sheets sunrise through a windowby the Grand Canal slumber under tight tucked sheets a facea smilea burst of laughter bouncingon reflection say “hi” dead end of a …
we try to convince ourselves, it is not a sad goodbye.