Weary [PJM]

sorrow.

next day, finally,

i saw you, again.

behind that same tree,

sitting on that same bench,

as you stare at your own feet.

however,

im not happy,

as i see you there,

you are crying, again.

people can see you as well.

they are passing by,

chattering things about you,

but no one dared to help you.

i want to walk towards you,

to make a silly joke,

to make you laugh,

even just a bit.

but

i remember im just a stranger.

you might walk away, again.

so now,

i'm asking myself,

should i?