it's not about honeymoon, it's about honey-bear

when you wake up

i'm gonna go to bad

and then sitting at  backyard

in one of hot summer night

being back at a place, where

deep in my memories,

noiseless midnight

shiver of  august night

in retrospective of  old days

thinking of old friends, am I

Are they still, wondering

the cat is hunting the moth

are noisy people like moths

let's name their behaviour

friday night me and the moths

light's gonna turn off

still here, breathing

dreaming, wondering

the plane had just risen up

into the air, somewhere,

without me.