On That Windowsill...

On that windowsill...

Stood a girl, so long ago,

that's the farthest I remember.

She used to stare at the Tulips,

In a motherly way

And I'd pass from her window, every day

She would always ignore me

while I used to think, 'what for does she do that?, not a carol of glee'

There was a day I found her outside, and yes, I was shocked,

I asked her if she was alright,

'Mind your own business!' she then mocked.

That clearly wasn't polite,

but I had to make her, somehow alright.

One day I heard she was sick, she could hear the time fly, tick-tick

When I gathered some guts and asked her if she was well,

anyway, I knew she wouldn't tell.

I saw that saddened smile on her lips,

when she whispered, 'the Tulips'

Within seconds I found myself staring out the windowsill,

'Oh no!' I exclaimed, it was autumn, the Tulips had a spill !

As time took hold, Spring at last arrived,

'I Love Tulips', on a stone she inscribed.

When she finally peeked out the window, the Tulips stood high!

We both organised a small feast, she made an apple pie!

But the very next morning, she packed her bags...

I saw her go out

I couldn't really figure out, what all this was about.

I waited for her through the day, stared at the shining hay

But my breath just stopped there and then,

When I noticed, the clock struck 10! 

I believed, she had gone only to come back tomorrow

Because so much knowledge, from her, I had to borrow.

Sometimes fate slaps you hard, 

and leaves you acting like a retard.

Of course, she was my best friend.

But no, I never saw her again.