Written in the
Stars
A Sijo
I sing songs to hide
my tears,
I smile all day and weep all night.
My coffee, rich, creamy brown,
Like your bare back and smiling cheeks.
This red rose in the breakfast vase,
a memory tipped with dew.
Days, and weeks—at last a year—
but still your voice returns to haunt.
Will summer nights filled with love,
dance and laughter ever return?
At midnight, I watch starry skies—
I catch my breath—one star falls.
