The plump moon lights up my room.

My mind is now a flat graph
no desire no lust no dream

the cold winds from the rumbling sea
make no dent on me
I look at my palms
and see the cracked floor
gnarled roots of mangrove on the wall
blend seamlessly with all I have
like once I had her in this room
love together
taking wingless flight to the moon
but now I more like sitting here
prospecting no words to rhyme
not angered at the blankness
for in this vacuous moonlight
I wait without a hope of gain
without a despair of loss
unconstrained for time
contoured by fireflies
alone
recounting a new beginning
from the end.

I release this red balloon to you
Fly high in the sky and reach you soon
A letter attached to share with you
How much I miss you hope you do too
A red balloon flies high in the sky
I still often just wonder why
Why you are gone and not here with me
But then I think, it was just meant to be
You lived your life and made me who I am today
I will always treasure that each and everyday
It never is easy to say goodbye
But I know your flying high up there in the sky