TARDY LOVE

Years and years have gone by
the never ending water droplets from our rooftop
has filled a whole lake
fishes has breed and loved and died
but I am still sitting infront of the window
staining my hands with ink
writing you love letters
with the address of a nowhere land

Years and years have gone by
the empty soil that used to sink our naughty feets
has grown potatoes
that could feed the whole row of this village
and I am still holding papers
that has your sincere handwritten poems
where you spoiled me
with words of fondness and lust

Years and years have gone by
the empty corners of my heart
the cold parts of my limbs
has been ignored and put away
covered with white cloths
replaceed with a complete full
of a whole new life, explorations and ambitions

And when my legs moved itself
with the order of my unconcious mind
to the mailman who used to not have wrinkles
I wasn't expecting to see a signature
I am very familiar of

Oh boy, you made it sound so cheap
you made it seem so painless and easy
you left me empty
you forced me to climb up new mountains
with the warmth of your hands
pulling my feets down
making me feel like I had massive slabs to carry

Now you are back with signing letters
a whole new bunch of love printed in a book
with a name I was born with at the dedication
but I don't know
if those empty spaces and cold parts
still need filling and caress,