For Lucy.

I am smelling the smell of chicken broth that was spread somehow into the apartment, on this late night. Hunger strikes but no food.

but filled by laughters of the past days
just like the high school years
that my body ached when i woke up
I don't quite remember how it felt
how stupid sentences can get
but each word is funny

time does come back
And nothing has changed.
I thank you for the nights
when the chicken broth smell sneaks into the room.