Dozens of rough draft and crumpled papers
strewn across the floor. Still drunk on whiskey
eyes puffy from keeping the night company.
Attempting to write a decent poetry
thoughts of you keep popping in and out of my head.
Both sweet and candid moments we just had few days ago
still stuck in my brain. I don’t think the April rain will
wash all of them away.
I could continue washing your memories off of my thoughts…
I asked myself why?… why trying to steer clear from thinking of you. For now I do not
know the answer to that. I just want to keep writing and come up with a beautiful poetry. I want to have a love affair with my thoughts, paper and my pen.