Early morning, pale lip gloss

I glance into the mirror,

wearing bright red earrings

and wondering if you'll notice.


At the bus stop, we meet

and you always smile,

so I continue with

artificial hopes each time.


In dreams you were-

the image was painted

the fingerprint stains,

but tomorrow disappears...


Today, the flavour fades

to bare skin and glasses,

holding a phone that never rings

and hoping you'll somehow notice.


That afternoon I saw you

passing me by without a glance.

Although I get caught up in feeling,

you remain immovable like always.


At the crossroad, we meet

and you sometimes smile,

so I continue with

impossible dreams each time.

November 30. 2006