Puppet

When I see you standing there in the morning

You make a coffee and start to read

I don’t know even at that time

You are still burning your sighs

Can’t recognize you—

How deep you are.

Goodnight, your indifference, and the keys being struck on our piano.

And our fate.

And our ocean and beach.

And our imperfection.

My desire, my tomorrow

My grey cotton blanket in your trunk. My snacks smelting under the sun.

That pot I have used, to cook for you.

Take them away.

Like mountains stretching in the night

Let me see your silhouette

Until it became black lines

like leopards.

I will

Remember you have tried.