The time has come again

Slowly walking down the steps

To where she would have been

If only they were 17

Waiting patiently

And stood between a fraying seam

Hiding from himself

As well as everybody else

Without permission, his face became wet

He thought that he'd learnt how to not 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 17