Three Simple Words
Lan Xu You see her. It’s been three months. You still miss her. She looks happy. She’s dancing to a song playing through her headphones. You walk past her. Your eyes avoid hers because it would hurt too much to see her plain brown eyes that turn to golden honey under sunlight and sparkle when she smiles and you look down and see your favorite song playing on her phone. She sung it for you the night you fell in love with her before she left you. “Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us You and “I” ‘m sorry.” Those words were the last she whispered. Those words echoed throughout your thoughts for weeks, haunting, numbing, breaking you. Did she mean it? She wouldn’t have been holding his hand two days later if she meant it. She was hard to decipher. Perhaps you never understood her. Did all those nights spent confessing your secrets and dreams and love mean nothing? What did she mean when she said “Someone can be who you want but not who you Need.” But you were never scared to need her because to you, she was a safe haven. Like the warmth of a fireplace to shelter you from winter’s frost or a cabin to protect you from the rain, she was your safe Space is an empty area, like your heart once she’d left. Boundless, like your love for her. Intangible, like she was to you, as if she was not quite real. Cosmic. She was ethereal. And like a silent ghost, she vanished, leaving you with three simple words: I Need Space. I Love You.
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Seasons of You
Selina Dai Spring brings new beginnings. Flowers bloom, Trees fill blue skies with green, Rain gently pitter-patters on my roof. Spring brings new beginnings. We meet for the first time, exchange awkward “hellos,” And smile awkward smiles. Summer brings brightness. The sun beams, Birds chirp, And the sky is cloudless. Summer brings brightness. We meet for the fortieth time, exchange excited “hellos,” And smile excited smiles. Autumn brings coolness. The air is crisp, The ground is covered with orange, And the days are shorter. Autumn brings coolness. We meet for the hundredth time, And exchange relaxed “hellos,” And smile relaxed smiles. Winter brings coldness. White snow coats the ground, trees are leafless, And the animals are gone. Winter brings coldness. We meet for the thousandth time, And exchange annoyed “hellos,” And frown annoyed frowns. Then summer comes again, And I begin anew with a new person, Exchanging those same awkward smiles, Hiding the pain of winter, Longing for autumn. Autumn is the season of relaxation, There’s no need to force a smile, Or constantly talk. Autumn is the season of trust, Where we show our true colors, And we tell secrets. Autumn is too short, And too bittersweet. Yellow, Red, Orange
Selina Dai Trees can be Barren, Green, Yellow, Red, Orange. Barren trees seem lonely, Without any bright colors Or anything to show off But their dull brown branches. Trees with green leaves seem envious, Not as varied as autumn leaves, All the same shade, Not as loved. Trees of yellow seem cheerful, Enthusiastic and playful. Reminiscent of summer, Yellow makes us optimistic. Trees of red seem passionate, Fiery and emotional, But also loyal and brave. They make us feel excited. Trees of orange are a mix, Both cheerful and passionate, Playful and loyal, Orange is the color of joy. Autumn is yellow, red, and orange. Mischievous, adventurous, and ecstatic. A mix of all three, Autumn is fulfillment. Autumn is Feeling like a child again. |
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