Sonnet III

A yearbook first, a call of memories
To be drawn in, 'midst pages filled with lines
And lines of others' longing words. He sees
An int'rest underneath her friendly signs
Of faith. And from this quest he misconstrues
A love that might reciprocate his own.
In sharing drinks her words do not confuse
But rather lie. For this he can't atone
For the mistake he made in keeping faith
With one, as her, who'd rather move along.
The dawn of end is near, as is the wraith
To bring his death knell in the form of song.
It once had held the words for them to share:
"Everlong". And she, lost love, cannot care.