Ruin

If there was a song about me

It’d be fifteen lines about a ruin.

Not one like what you see in a movie

Where two lovers reunite

Or where a traveller spends the night.

But a ruin, a real one

Born after a real destruction.

The one abandoned

Even by the wildflowers.

[Promised myself; no letter that starts with “dear mother”

will ever end with a sorry/an apology]

So as the dusty board in front

Of me warned you about me,

“The hundred regrets and the thousand sleepless nights”

Are all yours to take home.

- Lines by Lai