I remember

Sometimes I see you in a tune
In flesh and blood
Like a musical note that gave birth
To the symphony of memories that
Once remembered how it felt to be touched.
I play the song again and again in my nights
I sing myself to sleep.

Sometimes a falling leaf reminds me
Of how you fingers gently
Tumbled upon my skin
And I like a idiot
In the middle of the night
Press my skin against them
Just to see if I still feel,
To see if it was you who brought sleep.

Sometimes the howling wind
Reminds me how your tears felt
Crushing against my breast
As you softly wept.
Sometimes I feel the autumn rain
Thrash against them,
Just to see if it feels like you.

But to tell you the truth
I have no use for you
As long as I have a tune, a leaf
Some autumn rain,
I would be happy
Just with the wad of things
That reminds me of you

Left Behind

By the peeling paint I sat,
The rain water seeped through the old wall
Dripping like tears of the temple
That was left unnoticed to ruins by time
By the ruined temple where we once met
I decided to look for your mark.
The puddles have washed away your footsteps
The water too refuses to dry up
I even wanted to wait to dig up your footprint
Only to let a gravedigger steal it away from my hands
What’s a dead footprint anyway,
When I cant see them dance?
So I sat and cried another puddle to fill your empty grave.
When my footsteps left the ground
I hear yours ring a bell
From the locked church tower in the misty eyes of god
But what can a feet less cripple do
But hope that may be someday
Ill find wings in the passing wind
So that at least for a second
I could see your reflection sheen upon the ringing bell
And sigh to myself of what it was.