perhaps

Leaves are the wings that can not fly

Wings are the leaves left behind in the sky

Heaven wasn’t meant to a be a delusion

It’s just that I have long forgotten

how to take flight

Loneliness is one person’s celebration

Celebration is a group of people’s loneliness

Love starts with being a companion

But I’m already slowly forgetting

how it was to have a companion

I eat, I travel, hang around alone

I also read, and write, and talk by myself

It’s just that the heart has drifted off somewhere

Even I couldn’t see

I think I’m not merely losing you…