During the periods of stipulated flashbacks
Memories may not always be smooth or soothing
The pages of the wary calendars
Under the color of my melancholy ink
...
Waiting for your footsteps
Soft pleasant like the music
Of the falling leaves
Delicate yet subtle in confidence
...
Back to the days of the first encounters,
Back to the pictures with the zoom effects in full
Back to the first names hanging from those innocent lips
Back when the earth was singing with the full moon
...
She had been suffering,
The broken relationships under the cracked memoirs
Bones almost plundered
With the fearful hopes, anxious, doubtful all the way
...
within the range of your eyes
with the residue of love
like the mist descending
in your heart:
...
So, with her tender smile
She has requested me then
Not to send her anymore
My signatures of love
...
And at last the indomitable world was unfolding
In my palm.
All the skies were merging
Into my blue.
...
No message, no suicide note
Self-attested with familiar signature
She was hanging in the middle of her room
...
It was not the midnight drill,
Nor any dream necked in blue.
People may cover their own defense,
When night becomes true.
...
like the dark side of the moon
i wished your attention.
alone but not fragile!
doomed but not hopeless!
...