Us

by Jo Hornsey   May 13, 2006


I sat on the bench tears rolling down my cheek
and he sat next to me
The wind blew and my cheeks turned red
and he sat next to me
the sun started to go down
and he sat next to me
he looked at me
I looked at him
"What’s wrong?" he asked
"Everything" I said
"Well that sunset seems pretty perfect to me"
I turned and smiled at him
and he smiled back
he wiped a tear from my cheek, saying
"Lets just stay here and watch that perfect sunset"
He put his hand down and found mine
And we just sat there
With the sky above us
the ground beneath us
the sunset around us
and us beside each other.

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