abandoned

He knows my name
when words are dragged
in half-hearted desire.
When a rain is just a rain
nothing like a formal
expression of sorrow.
Or a sunlight after the snow storm
does not imitate hope.

Words that elude me,
between the lines of
ragged corners of stones.

This love, being temporal
though at times, whimsical
invokes misery

twilight

I've run out of poems
about our last meeting.
Told you, the first was 
just for you.

I've thought I've yet
to understand 
your cave-in eyes .
Too convenient
to entice broken crystals

both in your hands,
for other women
sharp as ever. Between 
glances and avoidance,
he told himself,
no strands to connect poles

under the twilight
the blue snow spilling waves.
an ocean afar,
in an island,  a dream recedes.