It was seven-ish in the evening, I was on my way home, caught in the middle of rush hour traffic. The traffic light had just turned red; its timer started counting down. 95, 94, 93… Ten seconds…


We will have more weeks like this

All we need is you and I

And for you to hold onto me till we die

Till the end shall we part

But forevermore we will be locked in heart

For at last a time has come

When it is for our sums

We come together and ignite

The morning sky in bright yellows that shy

Hold onto me like never before

Like I were to be swallowed by the door

Hold me tight and let me hold your hand

I will never let this go bland

For this story is for my friend

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