NAPATSORN TREESAP

I screamed at the mirror, I screamed at our grave 
I gave you my letter sent from the bottom of my heart
I wrote you a ballad song sung from my unreachable part
Day by day, lonely became our best part

I did a foolish thing, I did all the mad disasters
Our song has no listeners as it did before 
My seat next to you has seated by someone new
Our window once portrayed a rainbow
Now— it’s just a view

I wish in all the sacred places, 
I wish with all the sacred things 
I wish that it was all just a dream 
Now I know this is reality 

I swear there’s no once I gave that poem to someone new
There’s no once I stopped thinking about you
When I’m trying to write something new
My hands still choose to write things about you 

© 2022 Napatsorn Treesap