A handsome Jedi gave me some petals,
crowned with sparkles, scent of mountain;
I nibbled some popcorns, hallucinated
One peculiar, idle Sunday afternoon.
We drove to South, air is gentle
and lyrics is sweeter like a honeymoon;
rolled over toasted grasses of summer,
ended up clutching at the bottom edge.
But here, it's silence; garage' empty.
I'm not insane but my head is unfixed.
My house is cluttered but I'm solitary.
I'm not a miner but I'm sunken deeply.
I wonder if he has combed his hair yet,
or still engaged to that devoted laptop;
probably mixing his seventh 'on the rock'.
And damn it. I miss him. I miss him.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abandoned-6/
