Monday, September 28, 2009

Sitting on a bench at the end of the world

There we were. Sitting on a bench at the end of the world.
Nothing could stop us. We were immortal.
So many stars in the sky above us.
We sat there for hours through the night.
On the bench at the end of the world.
The next day I called to see how you were.
You didn't answer.
I went to your house to see if you were OK.
But your weren't alone.
Another boy was holding you close.
Like we were last night under the stars and the endless black.
Looks like I'll be sitting here alone tonight.

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