過了一半的   日子‧
                                 才發覺原來是紀念日‧
               
                                 每每翻過了‧筆跡早乾了的一頁‧
                                 就念念起‧一整段‧空白的扉頁‧
                                 中間‧有多少情緒‧又飛了過去‧
 
                                  心‧隨時敞開‧
                                  傷口就不經意地疼‧
                                  總是‧嘴角那一抹地上揚‧
                                  把思緒‧就這麼狠狠地拉到‧
                                  遠方‧

                                  而我的心‧畢竟太軟。
  
                                  我當真希望回家的‧
                                  只是該用什麼方式‧
                                  雖然召喚一日不在‧
                                  但是牽絆永遠不斷‧
                                  就算危機當真四伏‧
                                  我好歹真心真意地‧
                                  呵護過和他的承諾‧
                                 
                                  難得的星期天午後‧
                                  坐在滿佈玫瑰桌巾的圓桌前‧
                                  此刻是幸福的‧
                                  當心能沉靜的時候‧
                                  外頭的雨則是不間斷地下著‧
                                  隔著屋瓦‧

                                  那個召喚‧終其一生‧
                                  會不會對我有裸身的時候‧
                                  否則總是那麼隱隱地一絲絲地‧從心裡腦　　　　　　　　　　                                  海裡血液中浮現的滋味‧　
                                  還是讓人心驚‧