innocent thought I

The blue sky
Looking with blinded eyes
Silently thinking
“Would I see it change colour?”
And my heart slowly ached.

I saw the flower
Budding in May
And yet
I thought
“Would I ever be able to see it bloom next spring?”
And my soul slowly breaks.

The slow breeze
Singing the song of life
While I, watching
The wilting of self
To a person unknown to others
Unknown to world.