Oneirophobia

The letters stitch
the color red,
reminding her of love lost.

Flowers, overflowing,
that shadows our eyes-
coldly

passing secrets overtime,
now and then.
The fast forward motion

of this phase,
a riot in double-
paralyzed.

Yes, Valentine’s day
like red crayons
and love letters.

I’ve seen the mixture.

Trials and errors
or chosen themes,
like dreams.