It's time to go home,
where your mind belongs and where it's safe.
They said their goodbyes
there were no tear and no misery.
It was short, uncanny, and brief goodbye.
People meet and depart to many directions
that would care for a lost blossom flower that was in despair.
Love to them was like a withered flower in the snow
bloomed quickly and died in the cold.
Tangled into the thought of Coldplay's song "What If"
and "the Hardest Part", she yearned for the salvation
yet decided to stop it here.
It was a sad relief once again...
When something doesn't mean to continue on
it shouldn't be neither forced nor begged.
It should be forgiven and forget because they both know
that tomorrow isn't going to happen.
You realized and be realistic about the whole situation
she was having wishful thinking "the What If".
Acceptance was uncalled for
The image of the half-way up window blind
is still in my mind like darts flying across
the air in an irish pub while potential lovers
sip their irish coffee and cran-redb-vodka drinks.
Like the morning dew it shines only for awhile
and dissipates with the sun.