The mark I wrote
On my body that carves out a sign I struggle in the feelings that send to prayers The mark I wrote
who are bumped into expectations
on my body that radiated
like the ideals that come
in the past but lulled
Be with the memories and fall down like you hope that stands
across the street
steady sky high
Is there in your heart
a question
why life is so far away
and mortals present in memories
inner in tightness
and the real present in every word of my body are the deepest maps of the past carving out thousands of memories
but ran aground in the middle of the road
I was that time
Love is my past
with us walking
together we remember and together we are there to end
Lhokseumawe, May 15, 2021