Anamnesis
rzantua
We are both looking on the lonely moon,
shining brightly on the dark sky.
It’s been a long silence, until I heard your deep sigh.
The ice cream I’m holding doesn’t taste sweet; the
savoury’s gone; this doesn’t taste the same way.
You stood up and walked away.
As I felt the cold breeze of December passed through;
It carried a faint smell of your perfume, my favorite
scent of you－
And a whiff of a bitter goodbye, unsaid.
I wonder where are the stars tonight?