suddenly I feel like I’m eighteen again
leggings and a denim jacket and no umbrella in the rain
like I will go on loving you in my head
but in front of you I never come prepared
my words struggle to give you an angle
verses entangled as the world stumbles
i dare not blink seeing you turn where the road bends
trying to catch a glimpse through your lens
but without the years how would I know
the fun of chasing smoke after a blow
still my fingers race against the night
tracing the outline of a self I might
Hà Nội, 4/2026
Thu writes here 