I was waiting for you to turn back
Maybe that one last time that would make me stop you from leaving
I know you didn't want to look back and show me your tears
But I could feel them in my eyes as you walked away
I also know that you looked back, hoping I would be waiting
Because you were tired of the pain
But just because our story didn't end well
I don't regret it
It's still the most beautiful one I know
Maybe when it rains for us, again
Or maybe when the night seeks the light again
We'll meet, we'll love
And will be one again

Such symbolic sentences...I fancy them.
Situations so strange...as well as how I end them.
Simple seeking of silence...useless in its longing.
Subjugating secrets...cruel in its withdrawal.

Shall we share the shyness? There is plenty for you...
Should we show our shallow shells? We will certainly protect you.
Shall we scare the separated sons of servants? They never told you.
Should we sell selfish souls? I did not mean to punish you.

Which is just?
Maybe all of them, if you must.

Which is right?
A few of them, if it helps you sleep at night.

Where is she?
Right in your heart, I promise truthfully.



        -- Yes, I know. Eventually, there will be writing on the wall.


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             ­                                       (It is only a matter of time.)