sonGs of oTher laNds

the 'last' day

Beneath our feet
The moon's reflection shimmers
Across the lake
Where the boats have put out their lights
And it's time.

Dressed in nice garments
The only time we could envision
Each other, grown up
Suddenly I wish that I could never become an adult
It's time.

The word struck us
Brutally, mercilessly
But no matter how painful
We found ourselves just looking, in silence
It's time for it.

I wonder why we felt that way
After all, the word's just a word
It won't hurt
The tears rolled in my eyes, but I won't let them fall
It's not going to be the last day we'll stand like this
Together.

posted by jessXW @ 4:00 PM