Tearful Smoke

"I never weep in front of people."

She said 

"I can never do that."

"Even I only smoke when people are around."

I replied 

"Never alone."

We are that similar.

Puddle

Memories splash all over
Whenever I think about you.

A loveless life
Turns your body
Into puddles.

Écriture

Writing about you is like

Filming you

With a hand-held camera

Where shaky shots come out

Like throbbing sentences.

Writing about you is like

Asking a poem to behave properly

While giggling inwards

Because the poem

Is throwing away metaphors in love.

Not writing about you?

Well!

Who would risk that?