Tu es le soleil pour moi, comme un ange ~ Thursday, May 7, 2026

The funny thing is not funny at all

This happens, exactly like this, by chance
how we meet, at a party, on the train
et cetera, our eyes meet, we connect

funny thing, we know, eyes meet, at a glance
understanding what is to come, unknown
now, missed opportunities come again
never the same, is this difference suspect
yet, we long to repeat the game as fun

though, excitement is addictive, wind blown
hair looks better in the moment, how cool
incredible to see, at the Red Line
nobody can say, I am not a fool
given my background, alcoholic, fine

if I am not perfect, so be it, son
sweet to hear from you again, my dear friend

now, how the phenomenal world is strange
only, I pretend not to understand
to admit, I am the devil, please send

flowers, for I feel grave, these words you save
until they dry, upside-down, out of range
not simply out of sight, thus, out of hand
not simply out of mind but like a bird
yes, how far you have come to see my grave

angels surround their fallen friend, how cold
the underground, the soil makes my blood boil

after the afterlife, what then, how bold
leaves tremble in the dark, this life, a foil
little bird forgotten, head in the sand

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