Poetry Half-Hearted

: Catur Winda

Empty circle
Confining vacuum
Without Power
A million memories
Clinch - embrace tenderly
Flushed
In my chest
Not gone - vanished

Eye contact
Sigh spoiled
Word love
I fell a half-hearted

First
And my eyes, love

Seconds,
Day,
Too hasty to calculate the time
After growing
Disadvantaged all about love

And rhymes, tender left