Left

Tiny particles of dust reminding it’s been couple of months had passed.

The smell of old books as the wind strongly give off its breath and let every leaf be separated.

Pounded pieces of colored chalk spilled on the bamboo table.

Rim of construction paper, pair of scissors, glue, gel pen, sharpened pencils, rolled ribbons.

Gray! All I can see is gray.

Still pictures, different taste of smiles captured by a great artist.

No one could ever dare to change those photographs of yours, those candid shots.

Invisible SD card on my mind caught and saved those laughter and even giggles; they’re priceless.

To remove the warm tears on your face as I hear you sob.

Droplets of Penicillin on a cotton ball, a bottle of rubbing alcohol to wash the wound on elbows, arms

Plates of leftovers, glasses of sour milk near the couch.

Dummy curtains, used clothes hanged on chairs

Moistened towel left on the bed.

Paintings on the wall slowly eaten by the spiders.

I heard you sing our fav’rite songs as you play your acoustic guitar as I lie on your lap.

Sweet voice of yours killed me, killed me softly.

Boxes of tokens and stuffs resembling our happy memories were kept inside the cabin/

No buts, no more whys, no more what ifs, no how’s.

Just as bitter as my reply “okay.”

But how can I do those things?

Everything was a mess.

Sweet “hi” and “hello” turned into “good bye”

Smile was poured with cry, so let me drink the things you left.

Let me hold your hand for the last time even if you’re holding her hand so tight.

Even if all I can do now is to leave the place we once called our “home.”