Milk

That was terribly sudden

The street corner is filled with a song without substance and a 'goodbye' that I pour out to you
The southern exit still has no sign of sweat today, slowly melting away with each step

Your moist eyes long for the dry wind, like I longed for you
'On Monday mornings, I skip breakfast' you, with your thin makeup, beautifully in a bad mood

After waking up from a familiar dream, I think of you from afar and up close
The poet who can't sing can only deliver written words

Only the days keep passing by

To call it 'cafe au lait' is too much, remembering the 'milk' with you was a mismatch
It's not a comfortable, quick power outage, all tangled up in a 'kiss'... and so on

I wasn't good at writing words that believe in myself
'I love the unadorned you' shattered into pieces, now I pretend to dance

The value of you, enough to forget things like two sugars and honey learned back then
Now, overflowing words can't be delivered

Somewhere by chance, or maybe by fate, like 'republic'
I get tired of searching, but still keep going
It's not about being grand, it's about loving you

We chose a burnt brown sofa together, a flashy umbrella, a broken umbrella
It's not as strong as I remember, but I can't let go

I wanted to see the continuation of the familiar dream, thinking of you from afar
The poet who can't sing writes down words, singing unsung words

Living the days that can't be returned to