I sit here, under a tree, watching the clouds pass by.
I look at the time, it’s already five, you should be here by now.
Surely you are simply late, there’s nothing to worry about, right?
I know you never missed the hour, but maybe this is the first time.
It’s been a while, under the tree, you still haven’t arrived.
I expected at least a message, letting me know that you’re alright.
Did something happen?
Are you okay?
I’m growing worried for you.
However, as time passed, and I stayed put, I came to finally think,
Maybe you didn’t come, not because something happened,
But you didn’t leave at all.
Maybe this time, you decided to stay instead.
Please don’t leave me too.
I’ve lost so much, you’ve made me strong!
I can’t bear to do it alone, please do not go.
Where are you? Was it something I said?
At least, say goodbye.
And so I sit here, under a tree, watching the clouds pass by.
I don’t check the time, it’s way past five, you won’t come here anymore.
Surely you might understand, how this makes me feel, right?
I trusted someone and got hurt, but sadly this isn’t the first time.