Headed to a city that I think IтАЩm not ready to go back to Last time I was there was with you Not long ago Very recent actually The laughs, the smiles the stolen glances This city reminds me of you And I donтАЩt know how to undo that In fact I donтАЩt even know if I ever want to
We brk each other in that thought ; to rebuild each other, & than both were busy One in waiting One in escaping , One in reapproachment One in abandon, One is writing One in slip up , The story is still on . In a wait of occult end which must be bitter than gourd Or Sweeter than sugar ЁЯдд