I flipped a coin in the air, waiting for the fall. For my destiny to unfold. A curious bird, flying by. Caught the coin and built her nest. My good luck. I helped make a home.
You were the broken mirror I dressed myself with. One day, the maid dusted you away.
I asked sleep to come to me and she said, goodnight, until tomorrow
It is not my presence that gets noticed. It is my absence.
I can never forget, but I’ll try not to remember you.
You were flowers that chose another garden.
When butterflies come home, they bring a light. And you, my dears, never left.
What is day? What is night? These things make no sense when you are lost.
How can I have memories of you when you and me are the same?
I could tiptoe over my heartbeats forever just to hear your breath