Friday, October 8, 2010

Stangers

You were becoming something to me.
We were becoming apart. Of each other.
Becoming one.

And then you said it. So loud.
And I fell off the swing.
Into the ocean.
Into the waves.

And now we are apart.
And now we have become, nothing.

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