Friday, November 23, 2007
`where
What's your destination?
Down the street,
in the rain,
to the shelter they used to hide under.
To the empty classroom,
its blackboard coloured with chalk and secret messages.
To the crowded cafe,
listening to old songs they knew so well.
To the little garden,
tucked away by creeping vines,
their little secret so well-kept.
Up the hill,
where the apple tree stands,
where 'X' marks the spot they buried their promises.
To that CD shop,
where they fought,
when he paid for her broken album.
To the theatre,
where an empty popcorn box,
sits silently beneath their seats.
To the rooftop,
where they fell asleep,
trying to catch the sunrise.
To that little room,
a candle in the corner,
and the books they read together.
What is your destination?
But let me be selfish for once,
let me stop walking.
`where
Double trouble.
Haha.
I'm now a jerk,
which is good.
Perfect strangers,
just like everyone else.
It happens to me all the time.
But it doesn't matter,
as usual.
I'd love to stop walking down the street alone.
5:28 PM; `dead.Y