Flicker of Withered Self

this one is for you.

Deep breaths, my love.

The heaven is your friend,
and so are the trees that bloom on the ground,
You think you're surrounded by darkness,
But its just the world preparing for the stars to come out.

But you're tired,
exhausted from dreamless sleeps,
and sleepless nights,
wondering how a broken part can fit a whole life inside.

But you don't want to find out, do you?

And even as you see me walk away,
the truth is a mere lingering taste of an unfinished thought on your lips,
for what is love
to a man who reads poetry in the dark,
for what is love
to an indifferent heart.