Across the County Line…

The border of the county line, marked the love we once, shared, and beyond it, our love practically, never, existed…

Across the county line was, where we first met, when I first, laid my eyes on you, you were, oh so, attractive, just, going about your day, and you don’t even realize, that I’d been, watching you, for awhile, just waiting, for my courage, to finally come, so I can, finally say “hi” to you, and when I had, it started, this love of ours!

查看來源圖片separating you and me…photo found online…

Across the county line, that, was where we found love one night, and, on another night like the one we’d found love, love died.  Love came, just as, quickly as, it went away, but how?  I thought our love was built to last for the long run, but it didn’t, even though, everybody said that we were, the ones who’d, made it together, ‘til the end, but, we’d, ended up, disappointing them all, haven’t we???

Across the county line, that is, where ALL the memories were, laid to rest, inside that ill-kept cemetery, and, I never go there again, ‘cuz I got no need of a reminder, of how our love was, murdered!

And now, I live, across the county line, from where all that happened, distanced myself, from everything that used to be what I loved oh so very much………

 

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Spring Thunder…

How love came, and went, and what’s left, after the love is gone, the stormy weathers that came along with the love, translated…

He was, the first thunder of spring, came down loud, brought along with him, the lightning, with the clouds gathering up ahead, the rain started, pouring down, harder, harder, and harder, wrinkling up the originally peaceful lake of my heart.  I’d, quickly, opened up my umbrella, but, too late now———

Can anybody predict thunder?  How much turbulence, he’d, caused on this lake of my heart here!

His eyes, always smiled.

Turns out, love is just, silently, watching someone smile, and feel the happiness expand, across the entire universe.  Or maybe, it’s, from the imprinting of the baby birds, or maybe, it’s how that snow, licked that first sunlight, feeling the warmth, his body had, etched itself, deeply, into my heart, became, irreplaceable now.

查看來源圖片like this, and, you’re, left, all alone in it!  Photo from online…

The rain poured down hard, the umbrella can no longer block the rain out, I’d become, totally, drenched, well then, let’s, dance together in the rain!  Even if, the loneliest thought about love: the parting at the end of the line, is unavoidable.

“Oh, don’t be afraid, because, at least, before the love was over, we had, loved, passionately.”

The lovers, consoled one another as such.

Then, they’d, naively believed, that so long as they’re willing, the light drizzle will, continue, drizzling down, to quench the thirst of that, drying up lake.

“It’s agreed then, we shall, face the droughts together.”

As the promises stayed in the wind, the cadence had, come.

The sun came out, turns out, the rain that came with the thunder, is so, hurtful.

Afterwards, the thunder became, the most beautiful, and the most painful, existence.

So, your love had, come to an end, just like everything else in the universe, has a beginning, and an end, and you felt heartbroken, because you’d, invested all of your heart into loving that someone, and, hopefully, you won’t just be, walking away from this love with only a broken heart…

A Kiss Goodbye…

The last memories the two of you shared, is all that’s, left of that very first feeling of love you’d felt toward someone else, translated…

She’d, stood there, like a naturally illuminating object, her beautiful ponytail swayed from left to right, as she carried on in conversation, if there were, boys who were, bold enough, to play with that head of black long hair, to make friends with her, I certainly, wouldn’t be, surprised one bit!  But I’m not that kind, I only dared, folded up the note I’d, written to her, and, stuffed the note, into her hands when a chance came by.  A few days later, she’d, handed me a note, with her home phone number on it, and I’d, carried it with me wherever I went.

Our first kiss was beneath that big tree in the park close to the school, the girl’s lips were, soft and sweet, but, it’d, told me of, how there was a social in her all-girls’ high school that will be held in a few days, which she’d, tested into, and in two days, as school started, I shall be, going with the couple of boys who got into their first choices too.  I’d wondered on, was this, a round-and-about way that she was, saying goodbye to me?

查看來源圖片you know it’s about to end…not my photograph…

I’d thought about not calling her again, but, my nostalgia accumulated up.  I stood by the public phones, wanting to call her, and that was when I’d found, that the final digits on the piece of paper, I’d not, memorized clearly.  I’d, opened up the note from my pocket, and, the writings were, smeared off by the sweat from my palm.  I’d become flustered, and grabbed the spare changes I had, and started, throwing them in one by one, kept trying at the digits, until my hand became slippery, it couldn’t, hold onto the phone any longer, and the stranger from the other end angrily told me to stop calling………ahhhhhhhhhhhh, how can I, keep on calling this number I once knew so well?

There was nothing I could do, and, as school started, as we got off, I’d, rushed over to the path she took to get home.  After that long, muffled heat, and my stomach growling, I saw her there, with her brand new shiny school uniform, with flowers in her hand, accompanied by good looking guys in a uniform……I suppose, that the social went accordingly then?

There was, that tightness from my chest, and I’d, gotten out of the way before she saw me, then, Jacky Cheung’s song came sounding off in my head, “My world started to snow, too cold that I couldn’t, afford to love for one more day……….”, and, that memory of us, kissing by the trees, in the heat of the summer, suddenly, froze, into that unforgettable goodbye kiss.

This, is why first love hurts, because it’s not meant to last, and, because you’re, just starting out in love, you thought it was, forever, but it wasn’t, and it hurt like hell, seeing the girl you loved, in the arms of another, doesn’t it?  It’s all, a part of, the growing up process…

My Finger, without Your Ring on it…

I look down at my hand, where your ring used to be, and, although, I’d, taken that thing off a long, long, long, long, long (5 long’s, that outta be long enough???) ago, there’s, still that whitened strip, where your ring used to be.

My finger, without your ring on it, I gotta admit, it was, a bit, difficult, more or less, for me to adapt to it, gotten, so used to, having your love, wrapped around my fingers, and suddenly, you’d, taken it away, how was I, supposed to, deal with that, huh?

like, hmmmmmmmmm, this???  Photo from online…查看來源圖片

But I’d, forced myself, to keep up with my normal routines, got up in the morn, dressed, went to work, sat at the office, doing what I ought to be doing, then, clock out, sat in that god DAMN afternoon traffic, came back home, cook that supper for one, instead of for two now!

Just going through the motions, like I’m, not really here, living this life of mine…

My finger, without your ring on it, well, it’s time, I guess, to finally, take my wedding band off!  After all, you’d, taken it off, long ago, even, BEFORE we’d, divorced, hadn’t you???

 

 

 

 

 

Flustered

You broke me!…查看來源圖片like this???  Sketch found online…

From a blog in Chinese I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…

On the Green Pastures

I’d, Lost My Self

During the Long & Winded Season of Rain

I’d, Allowed Myself Go

On a Night, Populated, by No Other

查看來源圖片hurt, doesn’t it???  Sketch found online…

Thought I Could, Forget………

But I’d Become, Red-Eyed

the Moment I’d, Met You

You’d, Walked Right Through Me

I Know I Should, Give Up

But, I Stood Still

in the Crossing

Staring, at Your Backside

And so, this, is how someone TORTURES oneself, the person your in love with no longer loves you, but you can’t, quite let him go yet, and, there’s, nothing you can do, but to just, wait, and cry, as hard and as frequently as you may need to, until one day, that person, no longer roused up any sort of an inkling of an emotion from you again, then, you’d, successfully, gotten over the person!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flustered

From a blog in Chinese I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…

On the Green Pastures

I’d, Lost My Self

During the Long & Winded Season of Rain

I’d, Allowed Myself Go

On a Night, Populated, by No Other

Thought I Could, Forget………

But I’d Become, Red-Eyed

the Moment I’d, Met You

You’d, Walked Right Through Me

I Know I Should, Give Up

But, I Stood Still

in the Crossing

Staring, at Your Backside

And so, this, is how someone TORTURES oneself, the person your in love with no longer loves you, but you can’t, quite let him go yet, and, there’s, nothing you can do, but to just, wait, and cry, as hard and as frequently as you may need to, until one day, that person, no longer roused up any sort of an inkling of an emotion from you again, then, you’d, successfully, gotten over the person!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe, It’s Time, We Said, “Goodbye”…

I’d, given it, a lot of thought, that maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…’cuz, we are, NOT good for each other, but, knowing that, is till can’t help but feel, that strong attraction toward you, and I don’t know, how to, turn it off!

Maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…before either one of us gets damaged completely, beyond repair? But, we can’t, we’re, too entangled, in body, mind, soul, and heart, to part, and as you, draw me in, I felt, very good, but at the same time, that sense of panic, arose!

Maybe it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…yeah, it’s, for the best, we weren’t, quite right for one another anyhow, and, staying together will only, cause more damage to both of us, and so, I have to be, the stronger one, to PULL the plugs while I still can.

Maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…staying together won’t do us any good! After all, I already, SAW into the future, and it ain’t, pretty one bit!!!

 

Two Movie Tickets…

There was, that movie we both wanted to go see, and, I took the liberty, to pre-order the tickets, and yet, I’d, never gone, to see it, with you!

Two movie tickets, they’d, become, yellowed through time, and, they’re, still there, inside that original envelope that they’d come in when I first bought them.

查看來源圖片like, these???  Image found online…

Two movie tickets, we’d, never gotten the opportunities, to go see that “must-see” movie for us both, remember how excited we once were, when it’d, finally come out, we’d, watched the previews on the T.V. commercials, and, saw the segments of it, as we’d, gone to see another movie, remember? And now, those two tickets became, a SORE sort of a reminder, of how easily, things, go to waste!

The two movie tickets, became metaphor of you, of me, it’d become, outdated, the movie had, gone off screen, having run for a couple of weeks, and, everybody who’d, wanted to see it, had already, seen it, save for the both of us…

Two movie tickets, that, was what our love was, reduced to, how odd, that something that was, once so precious, to you and I, can get reduced, to very, quickly, to something, that became, totally, outdated! Two movie tickets, that, is perhaps, what, our love, became: outdated, shown too many times that it’d, grown, old.

breaking up  的圖片結果the one, left behind…photo from online…

Two movie tickets, I still got ‘em here, saved, inside my wallet, don’t know why? Perhaps, to remind myself, to NEVER fall for someone like you again, who knows……………