Separate but One...

She forgot to dry the shirt
that she had spilled
the other day
with not juice
but love

                                                           He had to tear it up 

                                                           for it was stained

                                                           and his pride ate him up

                                                           it was her

                                                           he knew very well

She cared not for the shirt

but the owner

and yet with a single thing

she could not recall

his name

                                                           He seemed confused

                                                           he recognized her

                                                           at first sight

                                                           just before she spilled his shirt

                                                           with an amazing twist in life

And now she got it back

from the cleaner

and dialed the phone

got her coat

attached a string to love

                                                          She called him up

                                                          and out went the frost melting away

                                                          for he never felt love

                                                          this strong

                                                          and it was just the beginning       

Time passes too fast...

sometime I got pretty scared
that I lost my way home
sometime I got pretty sad
that I lost my little happiness
sometime I got too caught up in the scene
that I forgot to look carefully
to feel what was there
and see what was not there
life just too short
that we can never get enough of it
that we always rush through all the stations
and forgot that we left our briefcases
in the last page
and memories just stacked high up
but we forgot to savour it slowly
and all we had now
was a clean envelope
with not love
but money inside

Goodbye

The raindrops played in my garden
and I was sitting on the small little thing
that I liked to call 
daydream
the memories and the smell of the rain
twisted around the sound it made on my windows
pulled up the curtain
and I could grab onto the coldness it brought 
along with the heaviness of the discarded memories
and I just hoped that
what lost was lost
and I would not let myself
be drown in that drunkenness
anymore
no more
goodbye