There’s a part of me that will always yearn for you
though I know you don’t think of me
a part that always wonders what if
though I’m not who you want to see
a part that spins the possibility
though you’re already walking away
a part made of hopes and memories
though it was never me in your eyes
A madness, a sharpness, a bitter kiss
Loved hard, loved true, loved only
Sitting on a bench at the edge of the road
In the last light of sunset
Pelgris 