Dark Poet

You told me the sun shines.
Why would I believe it true?
You told me the grass feels good between my toes.
I did not listen.
You told me to move on.
I ignored you.

Of all the things you told me,
I wish I only had listend for a second
or even tried.

Now I can only hope the sun is shining,
the grass growing over me feels good
and that you´ll move on.