I often think about you
like a book, I have a chance to peek at, from afar
It’s how you were then, with all the little, lovely stories I didn’t know
You are always a mystery
One day, we cross paths
On a bench, I hear your stories
Listening to your voice telling the nuances of life
of hardships, about love and love passed
something deep in your heart
A pause, and silence has its moment
something is better left un-touched
There, the pigeons feeding and warming themselves in the humid sunlight
care free
Maybe life is too short, or so it is said
But it certainly has sweet moments
Next life, if there is one (?)
Let us together
back
in our classroom
by the hog pen
when rare breezes blowing in the hot summer days
bringing the cool air amid the hog screams and their odors
Again, watching you
from afar
at break times
ignoring the world, the tests, the books
my mind paints a picture of you
Bạch Nguyễn