The word you said yesterday,
Made my heart heavy,
If I was the smoke of incense,
I would have dissolved into air.
Even the carved painting on the rock,
Has a time of disappearing.
Who has created your mind?
Which seems permanent.
Although the caged hope in me,
Fragile as dew,
I won’t give up,
From gaining your presence again.
Like water and a fish’s accompany,
I prayed a relationship for us.
But, in the bad luck of mine,
The only separation is written.
Entrusted a human, but,
A heart of stone replied.
The hope is no more,
To heal this wounded heart.
Note: The content in this poem is a fiction.