underneath the tug
of rethinking yourself

and subtle edge of fate
leaning sharp, a prod on

there you find me
to be sinking in platefuls
of poetry and seeking
the moon on summer's smile.
A year behind in schedule,
a whisper to linger in the air
'this is how we used to be


Yes, i remember
and remind myself
to remember.
Don't like forgetting
my life and chapters

I wrote in myself
about the colour of being lonely
and the disappointed ache
of unfulfilled dreams.

Here, lie in my arms
and see me smile,
regardless of my failures

and itching for the sunsets
that slipped my groping fingers.