You sang for us all so sweetly, though many had blocked their ears,
Your song was enough to ease my mind of mundanity and steal away my eyes from tears,
You unburdened my heart of the day's ordinary harm and your melody made moribund my fears,
But passers by missed the music, how could they not hear the song I'll remember for years?

You selflessly sang your colours into the grey and toiling afternoon,
All day I heard the steady and beige tick-tock until you sang out your rainbow and joyous bloom,
So filled to the brim was my stomach with gratitude when my weary mind awoke to your vital tune,
You asked wonder to tear up my contract with banality, I hope I hear you again sometime soon.

I’ve written poem after poem about her,
But I’ve never written one about him.
Is it because that ended before I
Started to write poetry once more?

I have no idea,
For I loved him just as dear,
As I love her.

Even though we may just be friends now,
I feel that he is still, by league after dissipating league,
The coolest person I have ever, and will ever meet.