transitioning in circles

every time you leave

a part of me dies

I’m not sure whether

there will be anything

left the next time

you’re always changing

like the seasons

and by now I should

know the routine

down to the decimal

yet every spring

I fall in love

every summer I

get lost in your eyes

every autumn you

tell me goodbye

and every winter

I cry tears over you

falling

falling

I didn’t know what was happening

I only thought I had lost my footing

falling

I saw the clear blue sky above me

as the clouds became smaller and smaller

falling

the air was leaving my lungs

I couldn’t call out to you to catch me

falling

became so peaceful that my fear

vanished and my mind was at ease

falling

is the last thing I remembered but you,

my parachute, opened before impact

- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Repetition

early mornings

early mornings

were always my bane

I would rather stay in bed

until sleep fully escaped me

but I must admit to the beauty

of morning’s silence that

would bring serenity within me

before having to face the harsh

light of the daily grind

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #67 - early

I feel myself drowning

I feel myself drowning

in your eyes, in your arms

in the scent of your cologne

that lingers even after

you have left the room

I feel myself drowning

in memories of you

in our youthful, naive

fumbling in car backseats

chaste kisses that simmer

before bursting into flames

I feel myself drowning

in the seas I have crossed

to get away from you,

to forget those memories

and find your replacement

but the truth of the matter is

that there will never be

a replacement for you so

I’ll just keeping drowning

autumn leaves

we collect leaves

like fallen memories

no longer able to 

keep hold on us

we pile them up

so they can be

carried away

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last dance

Photo by Tim Gouw

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last dance

we held each other tight

trying to never forget

this moment

yuck

this poem is yuck

it does not say much

soon you’ll stop reading

because you'll have enough

of these empty words 

this poem is junk

I shouldn’t even post it

but who knows someone

may find these lines fun

so I’ll end it here

- Written for dVerse Quadrille #66-Yuck it Up

fixing you

I tried my best

I gave it my all

I used scotch tape, duct tape,

rope, glue, rubber cement

and every other adhesive

I could think of

I tried to make you

whole once more

but I was a fool

to think I could

do the job alone

I gave it my best shot

to fix the cracks

that was within you

but you were beyond repair

so I dusted myself off

and walked away

bright star

you were the star

among many

that shined brighter

than the rest

it was your light

that caught my eye

and since that night

I haven’t been able

to turn away from it

you became the one

to steal this old

heart of mine

Photo by Min An

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