[ written on a torn scrap of paper, slotted inside one of the many stacks of worksheets ]
you'll never know who i am. i could
be a stranger, your colleague, or
even your student. believe me,
it'll be a forlorn effort; a torch in
a room filled with lustre.
but all i want to say is that:
you are the image of the sky at
dawn. you are the pine-scented
air that reminds me of autumn.
you are the very break between
lunch and tea time that allows me
to unwind.
you're an e m p t y canvas of who
i want to be. sorry.
YOU ARE READING
| koimizu |
Poetry(n.) tears of love sometimes, you fall in love with someone you can never be with. sometimes, you shed your tears for someone who will never care. #201 in poetry (7/10/15)
