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