Lost and Gone
Lost and gone,
She fled, taking everything with her,
Leaving my chest completely empty.
The face that once erased all my fatigue, burning, and sadness,
Now even that sight, which turned sorrow into joy, is gone.
A Wordless Farewell
Not every story ends with a clear goodbye,
Some stories end without a single spoken word.
Yet their characters remain engraved in memory forever,
Like one who speaks a foreign tongue for years,
But still remembers the melody of the mother language.
Seeking Care in Neglect
I do understand neglect very well,
I can tell what’s love and what’s indifference.
But love has made me utterly shameless,
So much so that,
My heart now mistakes neglect for affection,
And I go on seeking care within your indifference.
Alone
So utterly alone have I become today,
It feels like no one ever belonged to me.
As if I’ve never known another soul,
As if since birth I’ve never even seen a human being,
As if I’m the only one living in this vast world.
Fatigue of the Soul
This soul has grown weary from endless reckoning,
Yet its calculations never quite align.
Part of its fatigue lies in what it longed for but never gained,
Part of it in what it gained yet lost again.
And another part in worrying about an uncertain future,
What might be or might never be.
Love Is a Sin
At last, though late, I’ve come to realize,
My love was never meant to bring fulfillment.
It came only to destroy me.
So why regret? It was bound to be this way.
A lover’s sin is to love with body and soul,
And his punishment, destruction itself.
Rebellious Mind and Heart
People come for a while, then leave again,
But they leave behind their silent memories.
And our rebellious mind and heart remain,
To cradle those memories tenderly,
To remind us again and again, and burn us inside.
Becoming Beloved
It’s quite easy to become someone’s beloved,
But hard to remain beloved for long.
To stay beloved, that’s a distant dream,
For someday even one’s very presence becomes a burden.
The Act of Being Fine
This body and mind, tired from losing happiness,
Though not yet old in age.
I smile, pretending to be fine,
While inside, burns a raw and aching wound.
Double Regret
My regret will outlive the present,
And even the pain of your departure will fade before it.
The day I hear that,
You never found the happiness you left for,
That without me, you too were never happy,
That day, my sorrow will double.