When walking home
my arms full of
a box of donuts and a cup of ice cream,
I was so sad.
I was so sad
and I was wearing black
and even hiding half my face under a dark cloth,
and I cried.
I cried
and you never knew
how sad I was and it made me
cry even more.
It made me
cry even more
and I wished for you to have seen my
new purple hair.
You never saw my new purple hair,
but for a moment there,
I closed my eyes.
I closed my eyes
and imagined
that you would have and felt your eyes all over me.
And really felt
as if you were close the way you never were,
and I went on.
Went on to words
you never said
and felt them
recognizing me.
Recognizing
my tired eyes
and weakened arms
clinging on to my box and cup of sweets.
Recognizing
me needing you
and never being able to say so.
I felt you
finding your way to be close to this crying witch
all wrapped in black
and ready to get lost in sweet means of escape
and for a second there
all of me thought this witching dream were real.
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