I didn't know you before,

nor did I expect you would 

be aware of my presence.

Somehow, you still looked charming, 

regardless of your grievance or self-doubt.

When I saw you, 

I knew you were more than a grasp of trauma 

or helplessly quitter.

So, let it be whom you should have been: 

a tender flame over miserable life.

Mks, 29 mei 2017