Music is all I heard in the passing seconds,

in the beating of your heart, as I lay down

like a staple bread on the table, our

miseries will not be a mayo ketchup, right?

I remembered the glass bridge, while

you clutched on my hands tightly as you

frowned upon the ground slightly, but

I was drawn towards the sun setting boundaries,

illuminating a radiant glow as you smiled

through, and all I knew that we're gonna

work even though our footsteps quack,

echo on the glistening stones, it wasn't

supposed to crack, it wouldn't fall as

you would say.

This is the night we've been keeping

for each other as you say like the leaves

stirred on the jargon of muted words,

unheard-of tunes, let us go back to the

black river where stars shine as a dime

you said, so we bared our souls perhaps

in the luxurious of silence, where two walls

break, but how do you do drown without

going deeper?

We moved, we flew like a music's ebb.

How young we were to revive the street

less memories! You wished like a purple

spikes of bloom, here I was drowning

deeper than I could breath—and silence

descends as the dew drops from leaves,

I try to remember you in the pattern of

my fingertips draw the line in your chest,

perhaps, I would go without breathing

as I will go deeper, deeper until I don't

remember the music falls.

So I lock my wrists behind your neck,

as the years trace back and break.

— 5th January, 2025.