Calling your name

You didn’t come back

My sky, dark-circled with winds

In the midst of smoky clouds

I am calling you

The sound is losing its sharpness

In the middle of the thunders

I hear them

Are these your footsteps?

Sounds appear as mountains

Where’d I go from this time and place!

I wish my sky could run into you,

From where you walked away

And never came back

What’d I do in this deserted moment and space?

Except to call your name