𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Mochi

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If you have a minute,
would you mind reading this with me? 
I've written and deleted
This is the best I can come up with, you see

Yet another deletion
It somehow has to seem perfect
Is this okay? 
I'll get to the point

Thanks for always listening to me
Shall I write down the things
I remember from the scattered days
Among the grasses
And trees? 
Would it bring a carefree feeling? 

Imagine how wild it would be
If we found the ghosts
Of our silly younger selves
Sitting in the shade
Of where we used to play? 

There wasn't much but the sweltering heat
So we wait for a gentle, cool breeze
In the shade of the trees

It's a painting in my head
How the breeze softly tickled our faces
The falling leaves from above
What can make me look away? 

The ghosts are floating gently now
Breathless as the leaves flutter down
Who could bear to lose this view? 

This Sunday, perhaps
The past will catch up to us at last
And the wind may pick up soon 

And so the ghosts are speechless now
Words taken away from their mouths
I don't really want to part from you

So the spring storms now
Violently flaunting its bloom 
I don't want to lift my shoes

Crossing by the pool, sitting up
In my sight was the bright sky
I wonder how long until the memory is gone
I hope it doesn't disappear

Did you know
That each leaf is like each tree's memory? 
The fruit of patience and waiting
Proof of time passing by 

As each leaf dies and is replaced by a new
Soon a flower replaces it
And in the spring it goes abloom 

But once in a while
The ghosts of the leaves pass by
And send a reminding breeze 

The leaves flutter now
In a little tornado
I'd much rather focus on the image
It's a little hard to try to rhyme this too

It's a little off focus, 
But I wanted to bright it back

I tap my feet impatiently on the ground
Maybe I'll say it right now
It might be a little early in the morning, but

Happy Birthday to you!