People claim to be,
Something of dreams.
They fail to notice me,
Filling my memory's reams.
I was there, standing still,
Your presence remained, unaware;
Moving your lips, with no will,
Harsh words came out, didn't care.
You left the site,
Slamming the door.
In "café delight"
Ending our lore.
I stood there, across the door,
Watching you leave once more.
My flowers lay upon the ground,
Yet you left without a sound.
You claimed to be searching,
Seeking for a lovely shard
You failed to notice me, lurking,
With Lamprocapnos in my yard.
And I remained,
Standing like a stand,
When we no longer sustained
Also when started to expand.
It's a story one didn't care about.
I narrated the plot, to an uninterested crowd.
'cause people claim to be,
Something of dreams
And fail to notice me.
