I hate to see her crying.
Or to know she's suffering.
I wanted to hug her.
I wanted to wipe her tears.
But I know, even if I did,
Her tears won't come back.
It might ease her pain
But I can't that do much.
And I know, if I did,
I might cry with her.
Yes, I might cry,
Much harder than she does.
So I just walked away.
Left her crying.
Watching her from afar.
Keeping my own tears from falling.
I hope one day.
The pain would go away.
Just like how summer never turned into fall.
Like it didn't happen at all.
