The days have aged
and Time has wrinkled into
staccato dreams
but your face remains
vivid in my tortured memory:
the tears blotching your fair face,
a distraught look in your eyes
like a child were watching
his best friend dying.

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Quietly
Regret creeps into
my mind
simply to mock my
clumsy feelings
tripping over each other
and making
hasty decisions.

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A white shadow of
relief enveloped me
last night
promising me that
the turmoil is
almost over.
But just like that
your face flashes
in the back of my mind
and your sparkling eyes,
naughty smile begin
to haunt me
all over again.