Belle

who stays to say in the quiet,
...I love you...
and I heard it, as if you'd said it,
but I am alone...

I could say your name,
and call it, as if you came,
as you did back then,
...but it's just me...

I still imagine you in that tree,
hiding and watching me,
but it was all a dream,
an imagined dream,

...clouds...
...guessing the shapes...
...I'm in bad shape...
...goodbye, again.