where you stood.
Where I gazed in your blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
Just blue.
I walk here now.
Not totally alone.
The ghost of tomorrow,
is following.
Watching.
There's the gate,
where we stood.
Where I was suddenly left.
left alone.
By myself.
I never looked back,
nor did you.
I believe.
It might be better that way.
Do what one's ought to do,
Not what one should.
Yvonne - 05