Left overs

Is it just that simple
with a pen and words
to deny oneness and confusions?
or just knowing for real
we’re left overs.

The Moment

we meet. we talk. we share what comes to our mind. all experiences. history we passed through together.when i was a small child. when i grew up to teen age. we stick in memories. never left out. even a single moment. we repeat. again and again. never bores. we treasured. those days. when i came to your house. it meant everything. i’m adult. now. and notice. time run so fast. and you too. notice. being away is pain. and tormenting. when i left your house. i ran as fast as i could. and not turning back. and realized. i burst into tears. while driving away. i know you too. from your eyes. that crystallized. while waving away. i felt the feeling. the melancholy. and i left. but never forgotten. you. and the moment we shared together. strangled. in a place. that i can’t explain. all i could say is thank you. but it’s never worth. for me and for you. for know. i hold the moment. in words. before we continue our stories. like before. when time permitted. we meet.