Remembering
The oil in the frying pan heats upIt sounds like melting rain Just this sound for comfortRemembering yesterday's weather
Gone
I put on my coat when the cold finds me.I regret wearing flip-flops and look to you who goes barefoot.I shout at the coldwhen it doesn't leaveand look to you once more.Back turned you follow the clouds.
Going
DrippingFrom my lips They form a pool LeavingI'm not ready in time You're shoutingNot that loud it's funny Now I can open the doorDried eyes and silence I want to dive in again
