one moment,

one minute,

one second,

let me hug your unsaid feelings

before we welcome our different sunsets and sunrises,

before we paint our different tomorrows

 

should i live as you

as not to part with you?

or, is it enough to become a person who loves the rain?

or become a moon gazer?

although i cannot stay by your side

it does not mean that i do not love you.

can i be that transparent rain

and stick myself onto your body for a day, today? 

just for today,

i won't mind cuddling with the thunder. 

my impulsiveness, 

or perhaps, just my curiosity about you,

that suddenly gives rise to new longing,

nonsensical abruptness,

and some untold hopes. 

it's not unfamiliar, though.

it merely serves as a reminder for my soul

that you, indeed, are still here,

wandering between my logic and poems. 

oh, the irony,

and the bravery

come all the way

to my feet ---- they taste sweet. 

 

i know that right now,

i can't even feel the sunlight

but,

give me a moment of breath

and i'll catch the sunset

 

I'm thinking about you for the thirty-sixth time today

from the scenes in a movie

to the phrases in a song

from the maple leaves in my dreams

to the flowers in front of the house

and after this,

it will be the thirty-seventh time already

and not even your shadow is here

 

the inexplicable heartache

that i always feel

whenever i remember you now

is too overwhelming.

it's that kind of heartache

that's too difficult to articulate.

perhaps, because it's mixed with 

guilt, or loss, or even regret.

another "Ah, I took another one for granted"