the clouds are the memories
of the rain/you are mine
they asked to knit a poem for you
one word drops, i stare and watch
from me to you...
my lost speeches...
every time i miss you
i look and what do i see?
on the face of the sky
the reflection of the letters
hanging from the heaven
i’m empty inside out...
one poem request still waiting/
hidden inside the hole of the time
i embrace myself with misery
was you my shadow/was i chasing you?
i turn to the east, to the west
to the north and to the south
i am only a little dot.

gd Bromley Road – London 23/7/2009