A man
standing in the middle
of a sunflower field,
smiling at me.
I closed my eyes and I saw a cemetery,
a white cross library.
I am the only one standing there,
a void was inside me.
With a polaroid in my hand,
I found that the man
was a part of the military.
Stance, rusty boots,
and Johnny Walker gaze,
the man I should marry.
I opened my eyes and I saw him again.
Behind him is the settling sun.
Memories are the only thing I want to bargain.
But the keeper said I can't make
the man come back for he's already gone.
The remaining years might always rain.
I hope I can't find his gun.
"Go home now," I whispered.
He smiled at me before the wind carried him.
