Reply 1921
written by: Chún Xuán Yu
Under this solid ceiling inside a four-walled room
Holding a piece of paper and an ink pen
Knowing when I start writing, mistakes cannot be undone
By chapter I am self-centered, you’re the ring
Redolent to my memories like a blue spider lily
The month of your grey, ignoring my presence
It compares the torn beautiful roses and their leaves
Buried underground, I cannot climb back up
11:40 before midnight
Your image is what is on my mind
The first time that you and I had physical contact
Your handprint stays on mine
That was awkward, as I was shaking inside
I once believed that you were for display
Even buried a millennial and covered in clay
For museums or national treasures, now I’m wrong
Dear Jhon, you are a melancholy town
You dress in a place with multiple stairs
I am nineteen and old enough to know
You belong locked inside, but not in my heart
It’s okay, you don’t have to say something
You are diaphanous to be read
Just now, know that inside this revolving planet
You are quite a burden, but not a mistake
You are right, I might be a martyr
But I can write that you are not related
Not everything spills your name
Inside a magnificent castle, I am celebrated.
- Reply 1921 - October 9, 2025
