One step at a time.
Every sunrise has a sunset.
Every book has an end.
When you pressed that golden Sambuca tattoo on her neck,
I couldn’t help but feel like a reject.
The way you laugh along with her bubbly personality
makes me wonder why I can’t also be that silly.
She showed you pictures of her furry black cat,
and you complimented her violet hair instead.
I sometimes forget about your new fiancée and her boyfriend.
Is it wishful thinking to pray the sight of you will never end?
When your warm hands held mine and you drew that smiley face with your dorky pink pen,
my heart skipped two beats and out of my chest.
You playfully flicked my ponytail as you strolled along your way,
leaving me falsely hopeful we both might stay.
If fate allows, perhaps I’ll see you again.
But I’ll meet you in my dreams, until then.