To Whom It May Concern

I held your hand while we played in the grass,

Your eyes were as blue as an Iris.

We used to sit on your balcony,

You disappeared so quietly.

Back then, we didn’t know much better.

You were my first loss.

Your name still has a feeling of loss

I still think of you when I look at the grass.

I figured not knowing was better

Than to wilt like an Iris

After having to watch you leave quietly

Watching your car drive away from my balcony.

Nowadays, I barely look at my balcony

Getting older really is a loss.

Your name faded from my mind quietly.

I lay alone in the grass,

My nails colored Iris

Maybe forgetting you would be better.

I start to remember you, when times were better.

I drive past your old house, and your old balcony.

They changed your house, they planted Iris.

I miss you; you’re truly a bittersweet loss.

I wait for you in the grass.

I will stay there until you come, quietly.

And so I wait quietly,

Waiting for our timing to become better

Sitting at my old gym, lying in the grass

Leaning over my balcony

Each shooting star sinks into loss.

It's a blue trail like an Iris.

I wish that everything would go back to being simple, like an Iris.

Life has moved us forward and apart quietly.

The world won’t count it as a loss

Our time was for the better.

And we’ll both forget about that balcony,

And fate will kick it under the long grass.

I hope you are better, without me and the balcony,

Without the green grass, without your eyes like an Iris,

You’ll forget me quietly, and it won’t be much of a loss.

I miss you.