"Over New Wave and Coffeebreak"
I saw you first at Gate 29
Just a blur in the crowd, but your eyes met mine
A flight attendant with winds on her skin
And me with a journal, just taking it in
We said our hellos, like time never went
From chalkboard days to where all those letters went
And we laughed like we did in our old school hall
But this was a city that knew how to stall
Then you said you’d be walking through town
Just two days to burn, till you’re outbound
We met near the market where lanterns glow
By the tea shops and bikes in a steady flow
You wore the night like a soft perfume
I spoke of poems and hotel rooms
We traded the hours for glances and grace
Each moment a brushstroke, each word in its place
Two days in Taihoku, and the sky turned slow
Like a song from youth we used to know
One touch and the past fell into frame
No promises made, no one to blame
We were just two names the world forgot
Till time gave us this quiet shot
No maps, no covers—
Just love from a layover
You whispered, “Tomorrow, I fly at noon”
But the silence between us filled up the room
We danced through the shadows of Shilin streets
With hearts that were careful, yet skipped their beats
No baggage claimed, no future drawn
But something eternal was passing on
You left with a smile, no need for goodbyes
But I kept your name where the plum trees rise
Two days in Taihoku, and the sky turned slow
Like a song from youth we used to know
One touch and the past fell into frame
No promises made, no one to blame
We were just two names the world forgot
Till time gave us this quiet shot
No maps, no covers—
Just love from a layover
“Cream Without a Crown”
Morning broke without a whisper
Coffee cooled, and time stood still
You left your coat on the back of a chair
Like you meant to come back—but never will
The steam forgot to rise today
Like hope that lost its way
I watched the cup turn solemn, calm
Where once love danced in foam and charm
And now it’s cream without a crown
A quiet fall, no trumpet sound
You smiled, but not for me
So I drank the emptiness
Dignified, but breaking down
It’s cream without a crown
I used to trace your name in spirals
In every swirl, I found a sign
But now the barista barely looks
And the milk forgets to shine
There’s no crescendo in this song
No saxophone to lead me on
Just porcelain truths and whispered lies
As your shadow slips outside
It’s cream without a crown
No curtain call, no gold renown
You spoke, and I heard fate
In a voice I was too late
And I drank the silence down
Like cream without a crown
We don’t lose love all at once
It fades like sugar left unstirred
No goodbye, no final touch
Just the ache of what we heard
Now it’s cream without a crown
Where hearts once flew, they now fall down
You were never mine to lose
But I dressed up just to bruise
And I sipped it like a vow…
This cream without a crown
No froth to rise…
Just the hush where love once lied…
Cream without… a crown…
"The Day The Flat White Lost Its Froth"
Walked into the café
Same seat, same song, same dream
Thought I’d see you smiling
But you were leaning in too deep
He touched your hand and laughed
You looked away, then back
And in that slow-motion silence
I felt the world go flat
Barista asked “The usual?”
Yeah, but nothing felt the same
No swirl, no rise, no shimmer—
Just coffee, cold and plain
The day the flat white lost its froth
You said you had a boyfriend, I felt off
No spark, no lift, no sugar lie
Just truth dripping like a cloudy sky
And I sat there, trying not to show
How everything turned monochrome
The day, the day
The flat white lost its froth
You didn’t see me falter
Didn’t notice I was there
You laughed like it was summer
While I froze inside my chair
I held the cup too tightly
Like it could explain the sting
But love don’t float forever
And some milk just doesn’t cling
She stirred his name into her lips
Like sweet and bitter cream
And I drank mine in silence
Swallowing the dream
The day the flat white lost its froth
You told me what I feared, and I got lost
No art, no bloom, no secret sign
Just a name I’ll hate for all of time
And I sipped it down, played it cool
Burnt my tongue pretending I’m no fool
The day, the day
The flat white lost its froth
I thought maybe, just maybe
You’d see me standing there
But maybe’s just a word we use
When we know they never cared
The day the flat white lost its froth
She had a boyfriend, I took the loss
No foam to float, no wish to keep
Just hot regret and bitter steep
And I walked out into the rain
Let the city spell your name again
The day, the day
The flat white lost its froth
I’ll still drink it tomorrow…
But it won’t taste the same.