Words are easy, ink runs free, But face-to-face, we fall, we flee. Maybe letters are our space, A quiet world, our own escape. But one last time, let’s break the rule, Meet me where the night is cool. No crowds, no noise, just you and me, A place where no one else will see. We’ll start again, the way we should, And if we don’t, then it was good. Come alone, come when it’s late, I’ll be waiting. Don’t be late.
No! No! No! Nooooooo!
And yes I knew it was coming.
But NO!
