I would like to lie under that tree / the one with the blossoms / with you beside me. / And on that day / when we meet again unexpectedly / and you tell me all the things / I never thought you’d say / we can draw our names / in heart shape and form / on the brown bark / with our fingers / intertwined / like in the stories and songs / where you are mine / and I am yours / and where the shadows dance around us / in the moonlight / all night long.
Today you left me crying at the coffee shop / you’ll never know / because you didn’t turn around and stop / but as I watched you leave / tears like raindrops / fell / and they fell / all over my art / all over the table top.
I’ll always remember you / as the boy in the green shirt / who walked in on a grey winters day / and stole my heart. / Even to this day / where we’ve remained / several years apart / you still have a way / of inspiring my art.