Two lines in the air. Two eyes on the pair. Mearcstapa, on an open sea. But you turn away. No falling today. No wind in the night. You're putting slack in the lines.
The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us. Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up.. . And you will go to Mykonos. With a vision of a gentle coast.
So now I am older than my mother and father. When they had their daughter. Now what does that say about me. . Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and true love.