The proverbial bird has been released
And the missing has since begun…
I pass by her street and all I can sense is my missing her even more.

I hope all the bards were correct in their assertion that the bird to whom I gave my heart might perchance return.
Soundtracks are best played to a great Hollywood production: to the one you cherish the most.

As for all the things I have told her, all I know is that they will somehow always be true.
Even though the sun orbits light years away from my perch on Earth, I still manage to feel her warmth;
but truth be told, I would much rather burn up with her than barely float alone.

Ah, to be blinded by the lights of a picture show;
the pleasure of wanting to see more and more…

Alas, I hope I will be able to once again.