one last poetic goodbye

There once was a little girl,
(singing) a love poem to rainy evenings in town-
a love poem for a bibliophile,
just (for) me

Why must I suffer?
I am so blind!

I'm a mask,
wishing (with) some mad hope
(that) a beautiful life,
(and) a better tomorrow
exist

Hope is like a flower,
always half finished
          waking      wishing____________ waiting

Darling?
Don't feign ignorance (me)
My words are flightless birds,
lost in my own separate sky.

I am sorry sugar.

I am (just) the bird with the broken wing,
mourning (your) treasure map heart.....

and then I wake up
(with my) hope in  s    h    r    e    d   s