I am where you are not

The cricket's chirping, like nails, slowly wedged into
a person's heart, simply wanting to say that
you are a jade cup overflowing with me

. Autumn's silhouette is etched into my heart; I
am your backdrop, like an autumn chrysanthemum,
withering away in the interplay of light and shadow.

The wind that brushed past finally landed on a sycamore tree, seeing the marks of time
it left on my face , slowly opening myself up. Perhaps speaking and expressing myself is what I should do. And forgetting is like moonlight spilling across the world.