sō long.

tonight i sat on the bench.
our bench.
at our bus stop.
under clear starry skies.
i left you a small message.
more like a statement to myself.
i won’t go there anymore.
this was the last time.
weather forecast for tonight on tv was:
frost. cold.
& goodbye’s.

p.s. – i will only go there if you will ask me to go.
& if you really need me someday as a friend or what so ever just tell me i’ll be there. (just wanted you to know that)

and now i will let you breathe.
sō breathe. just breathe..

skan: jet – look what you’ve done.