The sunset clouds
blue and orange and pink
I, enraptured by Sun's gaze
deeper than the stare of lovers at the beginning
of a relationship.
Four.
The windows is only place concrete,
something to fall back on.
This time yesteryear
the Sun's wide eye
slowly sunk in sleep
a pervasive black
The unloved sky do remind me
of all times
I still think of nothing but you
Good things
still happens
even
when I'm
no longer in love with you
It's magical
I can't stop spat
these archived words
mother tongue of a languid
sound
though I can never recall your ghost
a phonetic of presque vu
Clear is the tears
I no longer spill
Fear
The place I place pieces of you
Steer off this looming wild
I know you don't
love me
anymore
Merely a lonesome thought
invade
I know
I
don't feel the same
anymore.
