I have a question
I cannot escape thinking about it
It is like some huge stone
pressing heavily upon my chest
If I don’t move it away, it‘s hard to breathe
But it also relieves me of too much lightness
or I’ll flutter about, not knowing where to go.
I have a question –
Sometimes I can escape from thinking about it
I drink and be merry
only wanting to joyously laugh
even if it is only for an instant
even if it only occupies a tiny corner
or but a moment of heartbreak
Her smile gradually recedes
getting fainter and fainter
Two hearts separated afresh once more from our chests
Even though I once thought that
our melding together
could never be undone
Taking stock of the broken fragments
I finally realize that all this is just a finger travels
along the tracks of this huge stone
coarse grains painfully felt by the fingertip
The question has always been there
except that I occasionally forget –
To look at it, is a choice.
Looking at it, it’s me.
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