Half-dead

Seasons have passed,

Time has been changed,

Here I am struck by not knowing how to move on,

Lingering in the places where we spent,

Smelling the mosses,

Sleeping on the benches,

Remembering our cuddles,

Showering in the rains to feel your breaths,

Cursing the incidents which planted hatred in our minds,

Here I am,

Still waiting for you,

With a half-dead rose in my hand,

Dust in my mouth and hope in my heart.