September 1, 2014

White Perspectives

 My selfishness that couldn’t let you go
turned into an obsession that imprisoned you.
Were you hurt because of me?
You sit silently.
Why am I a fool, why can’t I forget you.
You’re already gone.
Your eyes, nose, lips
Your touch that used to touch me,
to the ends of your fingertips.
I can still feel you
 Taeyang