I wish it were our midsummer,

Dog days, riot times,

That weren’t thrown away 

By my hesitation,

And 52 scattered thoughts.

Though I was still hurting

I didn’t understand that you were flirting,

So my oblivion didn’t help

Your courage bloom.

In the summers before 

I would sit in my room,

Afraid of my shadow,

The water,

The dew, 

While I would play cards,

And never, ever, leave my room.

And while I was on my knees

trying to pick up the suits

I looked up I saw you standing there

Laughing and wheezing cause you had already fixed what had been shattered,

My scattered thoughts,

organized by number and pattern

I wish that I could go back and do it all again

To tell you I love you and be a better friend

Because you made me,

Forget about how I would hesitate,

Oblivious to my oblivion,

Painting the picture I never thought I’d see

The ending page of a fairy tale

Where it’s just you and me

The King of Hearts 

And The Queen of Clubs