Sleeping in the lake of my foolishness

Missing you with heartful nothingness

I thought leaving

Would be the beginning of my happy living

If you ask how it all started

I am still startled

But, fortunately, I remember……

That sweet, holy December.

I vividly remember the time

And day it all happened, because it seasons my brain like thyme

I can tell the tale

But I can't tell if it had a happy tail

People say breaking up is fun

But best-friend breakups are rather null

And I ended up saying, it is funny how a fantasy

Can end up as a tragedy