Last night, I sat on a rooftop.

A rooftop:

where our dreams –

yours and mine-


Do you remember?

How we loved to be on a rooftop at 2am

giving no damn care about what was crazily revolving below.

We had such a good run, didn’t we?

Standing in the black air,

eyeing at the city where you live,

my tears dropped when the wind grieved.

My mind constantly cried how I wished you were here

with me,

though I know you couldn’t be.