There she is again, looking at the horizon,
Sitting by the wall, stretching, looking on.
She exhales heavily, waits patiently
As the morn breaks blatantly.
She never gets tired of looking at the sunrise;
It seems she's mesmerized as it spies
On us. She never knows that, of course;
I always go unnoticed—or worse.
She's still blinded by the distress
Which seems to have left her in a mess.
The sadness in her eyes I see,
But she gives me a smile and greets me.
There she is again, her aloofness showing;
I hesitate, taken aback by her leading.
My thoughts are racing in my mind;
With her talking, I'm tongue-tied.
She doesn't know how many sunrises
We have shared together, but I'm in a crisis.
How could she know of the things I'm about to say
When kissing her is what I blurt, nay
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC