Was it a coincidence

Two girls meeting

After the passing of traffic,

alone in the park

Restless with desire,

a specific thought crosses minds

Love blooms

much like a flower

'Hold me, dear'

Catch me when I fall for you

Show me that you care

a flower caught in the times of fate

Lost, alone, wandering aimlessly

They'd lost

just like they'd began

Pure coincidence

or just the dying flame of a flower

One waits continuously for another

though she knows that she won't come

She won't be there

to wipe every fallen tear

and to hold the other close on a night like this:

Cold, barren, and alone

She wanders