Let me

Close my eyes

and rekindle

those inflammable thoughts

which left me timidly

closed up

and emotionally extinguished

and match-struck…

Especially,

when you left me

standing alone

across, you isle of time,

it’s fresh roses,

and it’s fading

carpet of promises

As the cheering crowd

voiced out our memories

while each passing second

completed a crime

of hiding our wedding rings

further and further

into the fading winds, of time…

But as

the crowd’s laughing eyes

shed none empathetic tears

at a comically engraved pace

I can’t help

But bite my tongue

in shame and stupidity

For I smiled

when you once told me

that you adored me

Even more,

I believed you

When you twice told me

that you were an open book

waiting for my handwriting

Yet now

At this thriving moment

I just realize

That you were an open book

With torn up pages

and no space left

for me to write

a future with you

Or even buy

A present together

From the store of time