I admit that you weren’t
my favorite thought
nor do I cherish you
in this memory,
but how could you be such
a beautiful sight
from far away?

And how could I not admit this
to myself?

That it’s such a sad sight to see
you were in love with my best friend
and not with me.

I remember how naive you looked like when I first saw you. You were a strange sight, a beautiful Cockatiel finding its way home. Am I the home you wish to find? Or were you just a mere illusion sitting next to me? The image of you sitting right next to me does now exist as a vague memory. But I never forgot those eyes, which like the Sphinx, represents the disposition of the stars.