Under the tree, where he was waiting. It was a hot empty evening but he was full with warm love. He say, wait for me, we will catch each other if we fall. In the rainbows and skies they seal a promise.
And he say, we are not leaving, not today. And tho tomorrow comes, they wishes for time to paralyze. Everything was real yet the bleeding never stop.
How could they hold a fragile heart in pieces. They crafted stories, with tears and cuts. Must have run the whole world apart, destiny failed to keep them together. Sing a song, she said. It will mend her heart, she said.
The falling leaves of the tree. Witnessed. How could silent be so loud. Like a twisted dream.
Happy ending is merely an ending.
Let go. Some things are better if you let it go.