I am a fool.
How I wish
things could be different.

I wished for you to remember me,
Maybe a revenge
for trapping me in your memories.

A cloudy sky
And your voice rings in my ears,
"Guess who's a pluviophile?"

A withered lily,
And how you miss your
"estranged sis."

The park, our bench,
The cafe, our order,
Even my room, my own abode,
A lingering ring of your laughter.

I am a fool.
How I wish things...