The Poet and His Lover

Star wars

  wars happened

 and if it happens below

 it could happen above

 if the space people 

rage war 

among each other

 the impact would be

 as ruinous

 as the pain

 he introduced to me

 when he said, 

bye.

I said, 

"Blue bane."

 i didn't know 

why but i think 

they rhymed

 like our heartbeats

 but except it

 wasn't some kind of poetry

 his and mine

 was one kind 

of catasthrope. 

 "Let's keep in touch"

 why did he

 said that?

 when i wasn't

 supposed to entangled

my fingers to his

 next time?

 OKAY.OKAY.OKAY.

 I'm not entirely okay.

I'm just

 lonely really,

 i wanted to ask

 him if he wanted 

to visit me even in my dreams

 because the longer 

the time he's not around

 the fewer my

 sleeps become.

 Halfway summer

 we met again.

 Really, 

he was shaking 

my bare hands

 smiling as if he was

 joking his pet
named"Tana" 

Ah. Stupid. 

 We went aboard,

 i hope he still remembered 

our night voyage

within the space

 but he wasn't able

 to recall even

 the date itself 

was it a big deal? Yes. 

His ticket was lost, 

i wast lost,

 and september 13, 

i brought him a ticket 

while he brought back myself