覺、醒

回到了遇見你的春天。
在夢裏也能嗅得出那熟悉的味道，
雖然是古龍水混合了菸，
卻也是在你身上我最愛的香氣。

你把我擁入懷裏，雙臂牢牢抓住。
你說這是你能給我的温柔，
我卻感受到身體每個角落快要粉碎。

然後我推開了你，

或許這是最適合我們的距離。

能夠在夢裏重遇是緣份，
就像偶然把被埋藏多年的遺憾挖掘出來，
再次品嚐心碎，
提醒自己真正的愛情是疼痛的。

Kennedy in August

Kennedy in August, under the
sun that is falling
behind a vast green:

I watch, as every second goes by,
the clouds swim
in an ocean of their very own.
A bird, from a field of emeralds,
flaps into a stroke of shy amber
hidden between two mountains,
like a tiny spark of wild fire.
The flame burns through the white veil,
and tints its surroundings
with different shades of gold.

I was taught to write
with a purpose, a moral,
or at least a message - but today,
there is no message that I want
to convey, while I am sitting in awe,
on the Friday concrete I am seemingly melting into,
staring at such a beautiful reality
I have never noticed before -
the same view from my balcony,
the same heat in Summer,
the same mountains and sky.

Only, I am now a house of gratitude
and a million moments of joy.