Comedy isn’t born from tragedy
It isn’t the other way either
The initial mystery
Doesn’t belong in this vocabulary
Even though at first
I wished it did

Of all the wiser of fools I’ve met
You were really the wiser
Never the types of words impeding
Of the one I wished was dreaming
Dreaming of that same dawn, dreaming
Of the dear dream I implore

And maybe I was the only one unsure

And maybe I’m not a writer
Worthy of the challenge
So lend me a poetic license
That lets you comprehend my words

And although this may be the beginning
Of a journey, or maybe just an epic poem
Or it could be what I feared, a converted
Friendship cessation in our lack of words
I will try to attempt to define the puzzle
Half uncovered and mostly unspoken

I was never fond of frankness
And I have a conflict with hellos
Like you are with goodbyes
And don’t try to tell me otherwise

And like astrology (and you) tells
I have the stubbornness a tarus is proud of
And a spirit to match Kyo’s
While I’m thinking you may have one
Like Momiji’s
And the funny thing is, you don’t know who he is

I guess that’s something I’m working on
The humor to even match the ones I’ve seen
That maybe there’s hope for a tragic ending
Starting with a comical beginning
That someday I’ll feel I’ve obtained a friend
“Till the end”
For what I like to call as
The final curtain in this tragic and merry play