It was the closest I got to Utopia, oh yes; it was the closest I got.
Under the yellow of that streetlight, fading the black you wore, dulling my green, stood we, for a brief moment though, it was a moment that has stayed with me-vivid and alive.
I must have smiled, you must have said those words- hey did we dip the paint brush in the palate of colours at all?
Twas a long walk around the circular park, twas a long talk- we ran parallel and we spoke together.
Twas a beautiful time, twas my fools’ day, I remember to this day…
The tiger eye on my ring is lost in time just like the beautiful days I’ve left behind.
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