The smell of that cheddar cheese aroma
Reminds me the picture of you
Riding on the train, muffled by your favorite bubbled coat.
It was then, raining outside
Dots of water drops messed the oriels
Burned the buildings and bridges from inside.
Like the plots of serialized novels,
I asked you to be my girl.
You twisted your neck, slowly
Like you’re trying to weigh if it is a yes or a no
Hehe. So as to say: Yes.
On summer, for we drifted apart, t’was the coldest.
You came to your Mama’s house;
I stayed somewhere to earn sufficiency.
We meet again, on the train, like it was the first time –
And the last time too.
You’re skin, as always, smelled like melted cheese
Burning with memoirs and oil
And you’re bones, fingered my face for the longest time.
For the last time.
I travelled alone; like forever
It rained, like the first time I saw you eyes
Marvelled with the mole I have at the right side
Of my lips; like the moment I kissed your cheek
And pretend you never saw it coming; it was all written
At the pacific moist of the wind panes we rode. We were
The ones who scribbled our fictional story.
But now, I can only see the happy scenes outside the train
It all burnt in front of me. I tasted something from my eyes,