The Modern Art of Vanishing

Looking back when I was still your half
The image disappears and the feeling pulls down my tears
I knew I was talking to you at past midnight
While my pillows are restless, I’m handcuffed

It took years when I realized that it is easy and risky
Yet the burden is light when I look up to the sky
Talking to my heart where I know He lives
One step I would need to count all your deeds

I could still imagine the art you made
The paintings that can whisper but nobody can hear
You are all the images of a noun
Fly here not before you see what is real

Photos are not words that can utter an infuriated snort
Your black and white is an expression of confusion
Like Mona Lisa smile, it limits the eye and wakes up the brain
The venom in my soup has a taste I cannot explain

Why did you have to represent the Rome of your love?
I choose to excite on my own but never do I deny
The three names shout “get me on your way”
The two names invite “meeting you near”
The single name tenders “it is who you are”

Building your identity is a trademark of fear
Nevertheless, the soul can catch, oh dear
Clouds, birds, clicks, white shirts, and sunglasses
Future can be deleted because it wants to
Past will never expire because we want to