Before you
What was here ?
Down the lane
All motionless
No one I guess
No colours
Except you
We drank from the cup
Swallowed winter
The Past sent you a letter
It got lost
I dug a hole
Without an answer
You mean to me
There's never an echo
I can hear your voice
The shades remain
I blink my eyes
We were waiting on a bench
Like two strangers watching the bus go
By