The time has come again.
Slowly walking down the steps,
To where she would have been,
If only they were seventeen.
Waiting patiently,
Stood between a fraying seem.
Hiding from himself,
As well as everybody else.
Without permission his face became red,
He thought that he'd learned how to not to get upset.
From folded notes in envelopes,
Meet me beneath the moon.
Don't go too soon.
She went too soon.
The time has come again.
Slowly walking down the steps,
To where she would have been,
If only they were seventeen
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