You walked out the door
Too young to understand, my only instinct to go after you
"Please don't go", with tears running down my cheeks
That moment, seemed to have tugged at your heart.
Time went on
Life seemed to have been normal
All was well
Or so I thought
Perhaps it was loneliness
The lack of communication
Life seemed to have gone backwards
That moment, back in time.
A movie in replay
Except my eyes are older
17 years later
Things are different
The movie shown in a darker shade of grey
I wish I could play a role
A role to make things right
But it is not to be
I am but a backdrop
Wet, cold and miserable.
That's the typical weekend weather in Melbourne at the moment.
Nonetheless, it was great spending time with an old friend.
I'm sure she and her young one enjoyed the company of Ned.
Who won't? He's a sooky, little handsome boy!
Biased? Who? Surely not me!
Sunday was spent sitting at a recently discovered little cafe, tucked away from the bustle of South Melbourne.
Sipping my soy latte, munching on my egyptian beans breakfast (Yes, I was expecting farts galore) but Stu seemed to have had a worse time with the olive pate on his tuna melt. *ahem*
Reading the papers at a leisurely pace, it's rejuvenated my love for lazy sundays.
I'm sure Ned appreciated that I skipped school with him - as we both know he doesn't enjoy walking in the rain au naturale.
The rest of the afternoon was spent exploring our artistic side - filling in blank canvases with oil paints.
My new found pleasure.