She said, “You were my world, you know.
Those years that we were friends, and all
That time, I kept a secret, though
I thought my hopes, at best, were small.
You never saw, you never guessed. I thought,
If you saw me date other guys, then you
Would realize that I was what you sought.
But that was just a fantasy, untrue.”
The wind blew still, no words were said.
She rose up then upon the hour,
And left there, just above his head
The last love she had left