There I was with a thin cloth that separates my bare skin from the grass.
Thoughts were exploding across the night sky,
wishes and dreams to spread wings and fly.
Memories were fleeting, secretly begging to the clock—my Romeo, my Romeo please find your way back.
There I was with my eyes fixated at the sepulchre, frozen like a breathless sculpture.
Tears were rolling down while chest was burning in fire, for this tombstone in front of mine was where “we” were buried before we became “you” and “I”.