My Day Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

I began my day
with a page
and you
and words
that will never
show me
you.

I began my day
painting a name
that seems
to belong
to you.

I began my day
drunk
from all the memories
of the times
you cheated me
and said
you didn't
and cheered me
with your lips.

I began my day
in the east
and your heart
in the west
filling my glass
with a drink
from your wrists.

I began my day
cheating you
with another
form of you
nude paper
and blue.

I began my day
bidding farewell
from the tip
of the pen
I write only to you.