Sunday, 17 August 2008

again summer, again it ends.


we'll never let you go. we'll never cease or desist
to go from where we were, to somewhere we'd love to regret
then we'll be back.
but now we're here. we're here and still tired, still half alive but that has never changed.
why would it make a difference now.
we'd look closer if we could, but it wouldn't make too much of a difference.