22 June 2008

Coincidence and Perfection



Suddenly, it's not so coincidentally-
Every second counts,
Every thought matters,
Leading to where I am now.

To the empty room,
With fading cars' sounds,
Waiting silently.

Waiting him to come,
To come back home to,
Where he belongs,
Where we belong.

To be with each other.

Perfection.