Sunday, December 7, 2014

The Pain of Loving





As you see our daughter 
Carry my shoulder bag
You do remember

My first look at you
Fresh out of medical school
With a pen clipped
To the collar
Of your T shirt
That August afternoon 

The evening we walked
In circle
In the suburb
Of Taipei
Trying to decide
When to say good night

The photo shot
We had that rainy day
At the university you love
Maybe more than your love
For me

How can I compress
Twenty-four years
In a few lines
Just because
You decided
To write a poem

Just like the day
You left without a word
Leaving the house
As empty as can be



Just like the day
I signed the papers
After nights
Of lines of tears

Just like the last day
Of my life
When suddenly
It got cold
You came to pronounce
I was gone

As you see our daughter
Carrying my shoulder bag

You do remember

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