(looking out of out-patients clinic in awe. the world's still lovable isn't it?)

remembering that mild smile, a teardrop fell from my cheek.
i thought i have forgotten, but, how could i?
though it's been such a long time, so many things have happened
new things must have happened...
i can only think within myself, and not ask for
another smile from you

tonight, i sat silently,
looking out at the quiet moon,
an autumn night
where the silver streak went flying across the sky

wondering,
why would things happen that way?

good night,
betty