lördag 6 oktober 2007

Rastlös

Why should he come back through the park? You thought that you saw him but no you did not. It's not him who'd come across the sea to surprise you, not him who would know where in London to find you. With sadness so real that it populates the city and leaves you homeless again. Steam from the cup and snow on the path. The seasons have changed from present to past. The past turns whole to half.
Why should he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him
but no
you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you
From knowing the truth
Why would you think your boy could become
The man who could make you sure
he was the one?
The one
My one
My one

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