_YOU ARE NOT HERE TODAY_

I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT
TODAY THAT HOW IT GONNA
PASS WITHOUT YOU.
IF I CAN CONCENTRATE OR
NOT IN MY WORK?
SO I THINK, TODAY ALL I
NEED TO JUST REST IN BLUE.
FROM THE BEGINNING OF
MORING, THE HONEY
MEMORIES ARE SO
CHEERFULLY PLAYING INSIDE
MY HEAD.
EVEN I CAN’T PEACEFULLY
SET IN MY BED.
HOW EMBARRASSING TO SAY
I’M REALLY MISSING YOU.
IT BRINGS BUTTERFLIES IN
MY STOMACH.
THE WAY YOU TREAT
YESTERDAY, I’M OK NOW
AFTER A LITTLE HEADACHE.