203. Unfinished Stories

It was 10 years ago when I was sure

I was writing my final chapter

After I had come back

From a heart abused.

I had set a strict deadline.

A year until the end of the line.

I had no more to lose.

There was a liar,

But not in the way you'd expect.

No malice,

Just an excuse,

For her to get a word in

With me.

But I caught on.

Flattered, I was.

There was a poet,

Just he and I on empty rooftops,

Curved of the paparazzi he attracted,

Wondering why there was no ice cream.

They'd make a fortune on summer campus,

I argued.

And finally,

Strawberry ichigo white dress.

They say you sound rather monotone,

Who'd be crazy to say it made you a bitch?

I gotta say, surely their ears fell deaf.

I could feel the heartbeat in your words.

I can't quite pinpoint when

Acquaintanceship was simply past,

And cherished I became.

Was it when you planted yourself 

Where you didn't belong?

But it made me happy.

Was it when you'd take me with you,

To the dismay of your friend?

But it made me happy.

Was it when I walked away

To class, right on schedule

But you called me to stay?

And maybe

I'll never know why

I won't hear my name again.