Roadside

A beautiful house
The landscape serene
As in people’s dreams,
A message pad hangs on your door
But no pen



Of the love that we nurtured
Not even the afterbirth remains
All is lost as in a war.

Whatever happened, I wish I knew.
Even in love, I lose
Jilted like a throne without her crown.

Where you touched my heart
Now sprouts a sour delight
So I travel light
Like the afterglow of love.

In the books that we shared,
We were beautiful
Just as in fairy tales.