him her

he

when he got home

he left straight away\

he could not fathom a thought,

and could not think but a-stray/

he saw what was there,

though he did not seem to care,

he just left,

and found,

this little hometown,

where he met the girl from before

'what are you doing here?' he had asked

'I could ask you the same thing' she replied, looking back down to the crashing waves.

'they don't call it Suicide Bridge for nothing, now do they?'

'I guess you are right'

'no one is right'

'you're right' and she took flight.

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