My heart breathes cold on a warm midsummer's day

because of my regrets about a friend, far away,

if this was how it was gonna end,

I'd rather those dreams were un-dremt

because two months have passed and not a sound have I heard

from the mellifluous beak of that faraway bird.

 

It still chirps and chirps in a land far away

as I remain here with my heart led astray

for the friendship I had was one I'd wanted to last

I had hoped that such a kind bird would not fly away so fast

and yet, still, here I am, waiting for weeks and weeks

for a letter, or a text, or for her to speak.

 

A flower of a bird soaring gracefully through the sun shower

while I write a new apology upon the end of every hour

she flies ever-far throughout all the trees

and still I sit here with a thousand apologies at my knees.

As she grows and goes to fulfill her college dreams,

I'm still here awaiting the sound of her forgiveness on the breeze.

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If our plans had intersected, and my actions I had not misdirected,

no God nor demon could have me bested, or break me apart from the one who I'd selected

and no demigod or titanic beast could ever tear her away from me

had the plotline of reality coincided with my dreams

but it didn't and I was forced to concede because my thoughts and ideas were caught in the stream

of my obsessive love of the butterfly who'd been, from her cocoon, freed.

 

If only my care didn't classify as greed

in the magnificent irises of her eyes, indeed,

if only my one-sided stare she had shared

I'd have given her the world had, ask me, she dared,

but I was scared because that love was not shared

and my friendship it seems, has become a pair unpaired.

 

In short, I'm scared, but still I'm waiting,

as the clock's pendulum clangs against the metal plating,

as the metal hits metal, its story, narrating,

and the story of the dreams of words congratulating

the reunion of the friends of whose situation I'm elaborating

as I sit under the trees, for sounds of her voice on the breeze, waiting.

 

Yes, as I am still sitting here waiting,

under the trees, through daytime wading,

my resolve never fading,

for the greatest prize unwavering,

as I sit under the sakura trees

waiting, yes, ever waiting...