Whisper of wind and we blew away.
Notes of an unnoticeable yearning.
True was the flu in his heart but
new was the house and its burning
Tall as you fall for the obvious.
Head sticking out from a crowd.
The journey ahead looking perilous.
A sign saying "no girls allowed".
Whisper of what might have been.
The luck truck came to a stop.
Oceans apart but inside your heart.
Feelings kept hidden in lacquerware pots.
A tandem of hope disassembled
rendered me losing the game.
Three pointer shot. Is that all you got?
she said, never looking my way.