走了 * 完了

11.55pm 有一架飞机
载着我 65kg 的心
他15kg 的行李
到阿姆斯特丹
再往密歇根出发

残局一直都在
我没收拾
痴痴等待
以为你会回来

走了

完了

没了

只留下那撒满地
尖锐的
透明的
年少无知岁月
情窦初开梦
碎片

Someone Else

There is indeed someone else.

Me, another selfish,
Unappreciative bitch.
Instead of being thankful
And
Satisfied,
My heart and mind chose to wander.

There is indeed someone else.

Eyes fell upon this face,
Upon that face;
This arm,
That arm;
Touched that shoulder,
This shoulder.

There is indeed someone else.

So similar.
From the bone structure,
To the proportion of the features,
And the colour of the skin and eyes,
The firmness of the muscles.
Lastly,
To the attention attained,
And the treatment I get.

There is indeed someone else.

And I always fall back to the
Someone else,
Because he's all I got to hold
And all I got the lose.

You.
One, two, three, four, et cetera.
Traits of all that I fall hopelessly into,
Pray do not haunt me.
Nevermore.