You Are My Comma

When my dreams are drowning with your memories

With every memoir,

I could feel the trails of your feet pass by,

I would always wish to quit this poem.

But when I have sunk in depth of the ocean,

Gasping for breath,

All the fullstops I have tried placing has been erased with each comma you place by,

All the mornings you disappear is when I knew,

I am not in your dream.

And you are not the search of my life,

We could stand on either sides of the stream

And enjoy the river pass by;

Together seperated.

I gather my strength to write this with broken nib,

And yet I try once again to quit altogether?