No longer think of you
Being trapped in the obsession
Often doubtful, cautious –
Falling into the same mistake
As well as my words repeated
Before all failed, starting off –
A brick in the middle of the wall
That has become the past
Living experience – paper aeroplane
That takes me further
Closer the moon, my home
Wouldn’t you mind looking up
Seeing me staring from the bench –
On the edge between our worlds
I see you, a little fidget says so much
Innocent smile, your quiet laugh
While I refuse to lift it up
Whole the baggage up my arms
You don’t know of –
You don’t want
Whether the risk is being taken
Or the hour hand rolls apart
I’m frightened to say and admit
We will… But the end is not mine
Because I no longer write