Random Leaf #1968 precisely cut

And to you,

whom I owe

the sincerest apology—

I deeply apologize.

I quickly assumed,

and felt love

just as fast—

all the while

you were unaware:

of both me

and my heart,

beating, bleeding, aching.

Oh, shooting stars,

be so kind

as to ungrant

my selfish desires.

Oh, how I

wish all this

were not true,

and my love

for you unrealized.