Forgettable Memories

I sit beside window,
watching the same scene everyday.

My heart is counting the coming
day. I forgot when are pixels of pictures started
falling down on the ground
one by ones,
day by days?
All of my memories own to you
are started hesitated and
slurred.



I am still anticipating
to leave.
But it is a fate,
to let me go.

This land is not belonging
to me since
I stand here until
I am going to leave soon.

I lugubrious without tears
because I forgot
the sound of skit of
you on yesterday story.
20.14 3/4/7