it was mid-summer evening
that i fell in love with you
like bliss
it was near that autonomous spring
that i walked away from you
like this

we fell too sudden
we ended so soon
none of this would’ve happen
if we didn’t meet on that circumstantial happenstance
under that blue moon

you were such a paragon
and i was the beast
or
i was the rose as you thought
and you were the weeds

we approached each other
like moths attracted to the fire
we floated like feather
prancing in the air with nonexistent dire

we stared at each other’s windows of our souls
we saw through each other
nonetheless we supposed

it was the lightest feeling ever
incomparable, immeasurable, immense
infinitely finite, intense
hoping it would last forever

yet
when winter came it felt frozen
the icicles fell and we were broken

the feeling was cold
and you were colder
your feelings were sold
to another customer
– you left me behind