Thoughts, like clouds in my head,
Turn rose and cotton candy white,
Red, black and blue like scars.
And you, there, insidious enemy,
You, so artless, like a caricature,
You, so mainstream, like evaporation,
Who would’ve thought that you’d find
Yourself a subject of imagination,
Lightening flash of a heartache,
Bright as a child’s laughter.
Astride word-clouds tinted rose and red!
Secret soiree of my tired soul.
Do not laugh.
I want to see the twinkle in your almond eyes.
And try and believe that’s all there is to you.
Do not laugh, I say!
And I try to be funny one last time to hear
Your sinful, child-like laughter.
Your laughter almost masks your anxieties,
Mundane, pitiful, unbecoming.
But you hide them even as you show some,
Like clouds lolling on mountain tops,
Shadows mimicking them below,
Like an inconsequential game.
So forgetful. So light. So random.
It’s almost cruel to be so.
Do not forget me.
I wish I could say to you, even though
I wish I could forget you by the next showers.
Time becomes you,
In this terrifying spin with which I weave
The skies and clouds and seasons with