In a basement where the sun has never split

old

I was inlove with the place, in my mind.

will we leave each other alone like this?

the people, strangers left for dead. And the northern sky, like the end of day, The end of days.

the news reports on the radio Said it was getting worse

The seasons have changed and so have we.

We're not the same, dear,.,,.,

stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.

nothing was left for you and me.

could we leave before it gets bad?