The time has come again

Slowly walking down the steps

To where she would have been

If only they were seventeen.

Waiting patiently

He stood between a fraying seam

Hiding from himself

As well as everybody else.

Without permission

His face became wet

He thought that he learned

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 seventeen.