A poem from a cool friend I met on the road. H. Dawn, a new day, Looking at the mirror reflecting myself, some things, Just be confused, Day by day. At the end of the day, the heavens left our line of intersection, I don't hate it, I like you a lot, Nodded and smiled, Playing around, Fireworks burst up, Fleeting, There is separation again, There is always a bottom to the matter, The brain is overloaded with memories, The heart can't calm down. Still tell yourself, tell myself, It's a passerby who blinks and rubs shoulders on the road, Strangers waiting for the bus together under the stop sign, It's the stranger who is napping next door in the cabin, Nothing more, meet by chance, Leaning to see off the guests. Small again and again, Not invisible, Just make an appointment again, Destiny entangles itself, Float back with the edge. Sleepy, sleepy, It was dark, dry in the tawny halo from the night light, Listen to the clock ticking ticking...ticking I just kind of care about not having you by my side.