dazzling red lips
partly extensive long hair
by the counter, standing
smiling "hi" to you

not sure what to do
not sure what to say
not sure what to feel
not sure what to want

started with a help
went to a signal
played along for days
numbers gained in return

so let me ask myself
was it love or mere obsession?

confusion confusion
they wrap you with illusion
of two kind souls,
back and forth
like an oscillation.

one from the north,
gives you phantasm
one from the south,
often with enthusiasm

decision decision
stop with the coercion
for two kind souls,
only for one
to make a confession.

The day had finally came
I did what I could
I did it.

There's nothing else to do
Nothing else is worth to do
It's time to move on

Let it become a beautiful dream
A treasured memory
A precious piece of the past.

Time to move on
"smile now"
It ends here.
...

One Sunday morning
There he lied
Awoken by a message beep
There he smiled
"What else could be better?"

One Sunday morning
There he lied
Couldn’t get out of his bed
There he waited
"When will she reply?"

One Sunday night
There he stood
Waiting as if for eternity
There he thought
“Perhaps she's busy?”

One Monday morning
There it was
“I’ve forgotten” she said
There he sighed
“I shouldn’t have cared.”