For Kristine

so this is how it feels,
when people say they’ve lost a part of themselves.

Who knew, who knew my dear sweet girl
that you’d be lying like this after all our smiles?
And when I see all the flowers, and your eyes are soflty closed
its as if you’re just in a deep sleep, maybe soon to rise.
So young, so kind, I still question why He fetched you at such a time.

Maybe the angels have now gotten of you
and you are part of His choir now,
sing gloriously, my dear sweet girl.

We all crave for you my dear, your voice and your happiness
we want you by our side again
for this life is never complete without you.

For Kristine
Oct 6 1995 – 7 Oct  2014

Identity

I am a mistake
— I can never regret.

Yet he is a mistake
— I can never forget.

To Cherry

for you changed when fall came
a different seed that the old couple had planted
‘you reap what you sow’
but they have done no wrong
and now this rose has made her thorns sharp
we come from the same stem,
but we parted

to this change I have not expected
as if a foreign flower has bloomed beside me
and I have my faults
of pushing her away
seeing the differences between us

and now my actions have taken its toll

she hisses my name like its poison
as if we don’t come from the same stem
but it seems the farmers would like to harvest her first
for her beauty and wit
‘I might as well wilt’ I say

you have won this lifetime
for you lived and I died, and keep dying each day