Everything was set up.
Spoon, fork, porcelein plates.
Fairylights at its finest gleam
And I'm at my greatest self-esteem.
Violin strummed das veilchen.
Piano tuned moonlight/fur Elise sonata
It must be the date night I imagined.
It was a wait of a lifetime.
"If this would be my last date,
It should be nothing but the best."
I thought to myself.
While watching the candle melt.
He'll be my 46th almost encounter,
So I yearn he'll be the last,
Who will stay longer, forever.
As more than platonic caress.
Those years of ghosted dates was such
a candlelight under my palm.
It slowly burns, numbing my touch
To feel what real love was.
Desperate, you can all it that.
But that was the last chance I'll have.
So fast, so aggressive, I grabbed.
when the phone suddenly rang.
The sun watched me wait for response
as he hide below the horizon line.
The dark risen from sleep, seemed surprise.
I was still there, yielding demise.
That time, it was a woman's voice.
Speaking on behalf of who left.
Her cracking voice soon turns to a wailing noise.
There I knew, so I lay it down beside the candle melt.
