HAPPY MEMORIES

1–10–19, sp

We’re moving in different
directions
on the hope of ending up together,
have we ever been more
apart?

My short-sighted eyes
can’t distinguish the memory of your face
from the crowd
no more,

The moment before I sleep I try
to think about you,
in order to have all
the beautiful dreams
but I just don’t recall
the color of your eyes.