In this life we are ashes on the coastlines,
breathing in the shape of ocean blue, perishing,
There's no taste except for the salty air.
And by the earliest dawn we will be gone,
along with the story between us,
erased in the blowing wind, from the direction of you
we survive the fatal storm but this surreal presence ofserenity
Do us apart.
In another life we are window and passenger
occasionally depicting one's figure, leave it beautifullyfuzzy.
upon the reflection of the icy glass.
That I call you 'my desirable one',
your steps pace against the empty street,
autumn leaves fade away, your voice like glass
How strange you fill out the entire blank space of me
without being late.
In another life we are moonlight and piano
fingers press on your keys and find harmony within.
You can name that flashing thought after me,
endow an instant with poetic appreciation—
like I've done it for you a thousand times.
Before night arises from the inconsolable solitude,
you are not singing for me and I know
One life no more.
In another life I see you running,
a way of coming I find more relatable with falling
Are you going to dive down,
abandon your distractive soul,
when you can no longer take the weight of apology
That we miss each other in a million lives
Will this wrongness one day circle back gracefully
to repair you
After that damaged me.