I Miss . . .

/ Poem

I miss

sitting on the grass in the pacific blow upon the hill

looking at the tower and peaks and fogs and houses

with closeness, intimacy and jokes

thinking about how to not think about the future that i don’t want to go

all that excitement

all that freshness

all that joy

when i have nothing to say

but just enjoy

the happiness, the heart beat, the embarrassment, the smile, the awkwardness, the cold, the warm, and the heart that’s yet to be broken…

before the rain come,

saying goodbye, at each side of the road

taking the same bus, toward the opposite direction

emotions being pulled and eventually torn

memories that lingers

I know nothing to save and heal

my little heart from that storm upon the hill