Once and maybe many times before that
We talked just like this
Trying to remember how it was
Strangers again
And I've grown so tired of it
All those ideas just abandoned
The creaking iron eaten away by the salt
Lazy wreckages lying empty
Still pointing their course
Paused by a great retreat
No use, No destination
Waiting, just like we did
And the warm air smelt of thunder again
And I was happy
I've missed you
