The Old Poem of May

These are contains of words that I forgot to tell you ;

– The flocks of birds inside my cage that yet I have not released out,

The story of Cinnamon rolls at a Bakery Café nearby,

My favorite ‘Free Will’ theory of Francis Crick, that I’ve never talked about,

Or The ‘Nuit Sur Les Champs-Élysées’ of Miles Davis that will always make me Cry,

Or about the Japanese-made mirror you gave that was just broken today,

But It’s all too late, they are frozen in the lyric, I have never sung.

May,2015