I am yesterday's dust in the window
that tonight's rain washed away.
I am the gecko in the street lamp
chanting and hoping to cling on one's arm.
I am the tasteless bubble gum in your shoe
that went with you through the rough roads.
I am the deformed coin you dropped
in the wishing well while uttering your desire.
I am the last line of the song you heard
when you went out of the taxi.
I was the one who bruised
your chest but had the scar.