when you hurried out, it was as if the
world has gone berserk, agitated by
far to the extremity of losing
you. I was indignated, fumbling and
falling in trivial pursuit of the life
that is vehemently mine all along.
How could togetherness be puerile as
a dream that easily shatters upon
my waking and finding myself alone?
who could but cogitate his own true self,
in spite of a rush of malignant tears
that tend to put the lighter side away?
I may not lose you, but I can't suffer
any diff'rence between the two of us.