I can't believe,
I once craved for someone's attention.
I walked into their offices,
And they walked out for their lunch breaks.
I waited for their texts and phone calls,
As they deleted my number.
Yet my priorities were in my call log.
I take the crown of stupidity and place it on my head.

Wintersun
entered the upstairs library,

In shifts,
heads bowed.

The flickers of remembrance
softly stroked her hair,

Until the dousing of
the final candle

Summoned nightfall
to dance at her funeral party.