You

Even from that point,

I knew you lived inside spring.

At my first glance,

My heart was pulled by strings.

Your joy was vigorous,

And your spirit vibrant,

A stark contrast to my nature,

And my disposition being silent.

You were the embodiment of hue.

I was monotone, and you were color itself.

Yet you made me your friend,

Which brought feelings I have never felt.

When I was beside you,

When our eyes aligned,

Yours sparkled so bright,

That I had to close mine.

But despite my admiration,

Confessing my affection would not be right,

Since it was the reason we met;

My best friend was whom you said you liked.

Before it all started,

I had given up music.

I only stared at my piano,

Standing still as time ticked.

My soul was in agony,

Trapped in black and white,

But you pulled it from the shadows,

And brought it into light.

You taught me that music is freedom,

And that freedom is life;

And that life is full of joy,

When it is lived right.

We laughed and we ran,

We stared into the night sky;

On the way home,

When you suddenly cried;

Speaking of the ephemeral,

Which I did not understand;

Like fireflies that glowed,

You said, it was not going to last.

All that time,

You knew your time was short.

Yet you came into my life,

And became my greatest support.

It was almost as if

You barged right into my heart,

Without taking off your shoes,

And you just did your part.

I could not help but welcome you,

Since you brought with you such colors;

Which imbued my grey skies,

With happy strokes of fervor.

And you used to always ask me,

If I would ever forget

The memories we shared

And the promises we kept.

Now I know what it all meant.

How can I forget any of it?

If only you would have lived longer

Even for just a little bit.

Now, I stand here, confused,

As I read your last letter,

Trying to understand those three words,

Wanting to call you a liar.

Now that you tell me you loved me,

How can I keep living without regrets?

You truly were selfish, and beautiful.

Yet I am so glad that we met.

Perhaps, you were too precious,

Like a petal in spring drifting in the wind;

You were gone as soon as you appeared,

And simply could not be held within.