All you have to dois look back, silly eyes.
--
Child, don't cry. Worse, don't be sorry for me.
The weather in Shanghai is fine these days.
But the capricious south? Have you donned
your winter coat? Have you acquired
seasonal temper? I write for this reason. Sorry
to fuss. The ends will, no doubt, justify
the means. Forgive me, and I know
I know you don't like the space between us.
All that it encompasses, trains, forests, cities, skies, leagues and leagues of empty air.
You think I'm in pain,
so you fold that space, those layers and layers of mist,
and you appear by my side, as neatly as a table-cloth.
But you seem so distant, love.
So faraway.
Even though I know you don't mean
to, I still send these words from Shanghai, hoping that you'll
give me a call, or something like that.
Maybe send back a letter. Yes, a letter, the streaks
ink leave on paper in your unique manner. When I caress that, I'll see you,
and maybe you won't seem like such a projection
anymore.
--
All you have to do
is look back, silly eyes.
You misunderstand me if you think I'd let you alone.
A hasty disappearance, I put on our ring, poof
invisible to all but the holder; yet
it is for you I keep my heart abeat,
my flesh
warm, my eyelashes
fluttering. You've no need to worry
about me. This long winded text is to prove
that I, too, am not
what they say. I am not a weakling.
It is now time to resolve. The loose threads, tied. The dénouement, upcoming.
Not that our story is ending.
No, our summer,
has just begun.
YOU ARE READING
"...to dance with you till we're both dead."
Poetrythe universe of wenzhou & junzhe: a series of short vignette/poetry oneshots "a blindfold, some faith, and a touch of stupidity - they will never dare again to tread, these halls." #1 - vignettes