You still had my
things.
We began arranging
their return.
Fervid even you were
during the process
But a surprise was
awaiting you.
It was not me solely
at your gate –
A handsome boy too,
and you acknowledged that.
Your proud smirk
turned to stone
As soon as I crooned
back: “Thanks!”
Not a single word were
you capable of then saying,
Your eyes spoke of
uncertainty and confusion.
I beamed! In power. An
empress, your lost queen.
I bid you farewell,
silence you grieved in.
In the car of your
dreams I and he then left.
To the future – not
ours, but you did not know that.
Surely into the past
you drowned that day.
Happy New Year.
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