You look so tired
with long train of thoughts
while my selfishness keeps searching a dim corner of your heart
that holds the endless romance of impatience
for me.
The calendar itself, is still scary
while I keep sketching the unfinished route in mind
to deal with the strange habits
without you.
But you,
you still look tired, O Dear.
Now how can I h̶e̶l̶p̶ hug you?
