Release

This is it
We’re near the end of the road
Together let’s find a park bench where we perfectly fit
I’m going tell you the best story I’ve ever told

I’m going to spare you from all the clichés
Let me begin at the end
I’m your living mosaic
From fragments you tried to mend

Under the almighty light of a great satellite
Surrounded by the late beams used by great navigators
Inside the mouth of a perfect night
This is the confession of a writer;

And there you were

And here was me

I stared at you

You looked back at me

I want to tell how much I love you

That’s the end of my story