It's time.
That dreaded time again.
The street is empty,
A gentle breeze blowing.
But I can't let you go.
Can't you stay just a little while longer?No, you can't and we both know it.
One step apart,
Two steps,
Three.
Still holding hands;
Do I have to let go?
Four steps now,
Too far to hold hands.
Fingertips together.
Hold on.
Don't leave.
It's too soon,
Too soon now.
Stretching fingers;
Please don't go.
The chain is now broken,
Broken once more.
Walkng away, One last glance back at you
walking away.
Alone.
Again.
