Staring at the serene sky
Cottony white puffs float around
Smiling to herself, thinking
Comforted that at least
They're under the same sky.
Forehead creased, heart heavy,
Why is she acting like a stupid someone,
While he's off at the side, possibly,
Possibly laughing, at their childish love.
She cringed as sharp memories stabbed her chest,
It's better, she thought
Living life thinking that he'd lost interest,
Lost interest in her.
Rather than she stayed on.
Waiting.
Hoping.
For the non-existent.
