If you had smiled to me
I would have known
I was just a random rainy season in the South.
Coming and leaving out of the blue
drizzles tapping gently on the ground.
You described the gray day as poetic
and still was in favor of the passion of clear, blue sky
white cloud with or without.
I was a random rainy season in the South
caught you off guard when you were leaning on the windowsill.
Reversed the day and night to compose a new song
one that would be catchy yet difficult to remember,
that would initiate you to show me the tricks to dance
when I didn't tell you there were complicated lyrics
secretly put under the simple rhythm.
The excitement of summer would never be negated
as you put on the sneakers and lit up a cigarette.
The numbers on the calendar leaped forward
Between us another step closer
but the music had been switched.
Yours was white as usual
but mine had lost.
When the next fall comes we will both change.
It will take another time for you to show me around.
Behind the tinted glass and small roses newly settled under the curtain
I was recognized as a rainy season in the South.
Everything else stays the same
but I just hope you can find out
there actually was a regularity
in those days when I came by.
when the leaves were green, the coffee you ordered would be iced
when we met up, there was no longer a stain on the sky.
Congratulations to the upcoming marriage of a friend who I secretly had a crush on! I am truly happy for him and wish him and his future wife share a wonderful, fulfilling and enjoyable life ever after.
