Yang Sanpaku Eyes

this is the last weekend
I will write about you,
unless you write to me.

it's been a year.
and I thought time would help us meet again.
repaired to waiting, I waited.
oftentimes trying, I tried.

I don't know what else to say.
running out of words, spelled correctly.
I love you, honest and unmerciful.
this is a race against time.

I'll mail you the novel.
with your name in it, one of the chapters.
but that's it.
love forever, but done for now.