Sam Yau
I’ve been the person
who’d fall for
the first one
who came along
This time
I’d change
I would
look
swirl
sniff
sip
and savor
the exquisitely curated
rich varietals
in the perfect
sequence
But I can no longer
delude myself
can’t hide behind
an idyllic new life
you’re not the
center of
my fear of
being trapped
in a single taste
This morning
I woke up engulfed
in the pain of the
looming separation
How I would
pine for you
when the iron bird
fades into the cloud
How I would
run away
in clever ways
only to find
your face swirling
in my heart
Once more
I tore the
tasting menu
to pieces
There is only one