The situation is clouded
Some hurts you can't explain
Explanations only brought more pain
I overstepped my boundaries
Honestly
Must have said too much
Bound in our own corners
Like two bookends
Twain not meant to touch
I see her by her window
She looks out upon my ocean
Silent bond of kind devotion
I will a bird to fly to her
To rest upon her windowsill
Just to break the tension of the chill
And to tell her
With a chirp that brings a smile
That I love her still
Some day we'll say hello again
But one can never tell
Guess I'd better go now
But in my heart I wish her well
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