Sentimental Fear

Your face was obscured in the dream.
Without telling me what was going on,
You’re disappearing without me.
Amidst my unraveling thoughts of you,
My heart dropped.
How many of our exchanged promises will become a lie?
In the darkness, I continued to search for you in vain.
The segments of love fall apart.

I laugh at myself and continue to ask what can be done for you.
The you who wrenched my hands of a dying prayer.
The you who I saw the distorted scenery of the summer night with.
These scattering memories obscure your face in the dream,
Spilling over in silence,
Fragmenting away at once.

I’ve subconsciously buried them in the lack of color
Right under this abandoned house.
In sentimental fear,
I wonder if your voice will become one of those memories.
Memories become drawn apart.
Just like our hands
And my heart that is full of unmentionable agony.

What is left over
Only troubles me.
Maybe I can get used to being all alone again.
My heart is crying softly,
Its teary laments telling me that
This isn’t right
and
Something is wrong.