Jan 05, 2009 17:00
Identities assume us,
As nine and five add up
Synchronizing watches,
To the seconds that we lost
I looked up and saw you,
I know that you saw me
We froze but for a moment,
In empathy
I brought down the sky for you but all you did was shrug
You gave my emptiness a name
But you ran away
Now all my friends are gone
Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved
Runaway
But what are we running from?
A show of hands from those in this audience of one
Where have they gone?