An Open Book

I ride my bike down to the beach

And jump into the deep blue sea

A ritual that oft awakes

My melancholy memory

I ride back to my domicile

And pass a place where we once met

A lodging called the Woody House

My musings tinged with sad regret

I ride my bike down An Thuong 4

And see him everywhere I look

A  mawkishness that breaks my heart

My love for him an open book