Here I come back to you!

Here I come back to you
with a bunch of yellow pages
paint with your stories
from a decade old diary

to re-write
another folklore of our love.

Here I come back to you
embracing insomania
singing your goodbye lullaby
in every dyeing midnight

lamenting on
your sudden departure.

Here I come back to you
with this scattered
petals of red roses
disowned and dried

on a valentine's day
celebrated alone

Here I come back to you
with this nocturnal dreams
of painful nights
without the stars and moon to shine

Here I come back to you
to relive on
this "nothingness"
collected and recollected
from years
without you and your love.