we sat on rotten wooden bleachers
it felt so odd to meet you for a second time
the distance wasn't far
but being close was simply too hard
for strangers brought together not by fate or chance
but only circumstance
you spoke in muted words
but i made a point to hear them
nearly every one was sugar
to tempt the tongue but never satisfy a hunger
i cannot deny
still i made a point to hear them
afternoon turned into evening
the winds began to build
the periodic silence was finely filled
we tried to say goodbye
but gave another try
to make what others had willed
then the world decided to make sense
it rid itself of pretense
we rid ourselves of pretense
it was new, it felt like home
like every little stone was placed there for a purpose
then the winds began to fade
i went from worried to totally afraid when you said
don't think too hard
it's not the end, it's just the start
then it all fell apart
