good friday

April 06, 2007 friday - 01:52

one step forwards, two steps back.

you've given up trying.

had you been waiting for me?

i had been waiting for you. and things changed in the waiting.

i still wish... or do i?

i'm sick of this. i need to forget, too.

time passes so quickly. a week, a month. soon, the seasons will fall again, and we will move on. these park benches where we sit will be covered first by fallen leaves, and then by snow. the stone will grow cold and the air will freeze.

and a time will come when we have forgotten all this.

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